The kraken-like creature had now risen above the ship completely, preparing to strike. There was only one thing to do. It was time to reveal who she truly was. With a wild cry, Mynn launched herself towards the sky.
With enormous effort, Mynn flung herself towards the black beast and swung her arms forward, expelling every last ounce of power she had flowing through her towards it.
The blast hit it square in the face and with an ear-deafening roar, the creature was blasted backwards and away from the ships, its many arms trailing behind.
It hit the water with a mighty splash.
The effort of this last energy surge had cost Mynn all of her strength, and her weak limbs trembled as she struggled and failed to sustain her flight, consciousness fading.
Her last vision was of the horizon twirling on the edge of view as she tumbled in slow motion towards the water far below.
Squinting up at the sky, Peter searched for a small body amid the flailing limbs, but it was too chaotic to get a clear view.
Suddenly an earth-shattering roar shook the ship, causing all those on board to pause their fighting and turn their attention towards the battle taking place above them,
where the great beast seemed to be retreating in pain. Cheers erupted as it flew down and smacked into the water, sinking into the sparkling waves.
Only Peter seemed to have kept his eyes on the small figure up above, who seemed to be alarmingly unstable in the sky, bobbing and weaving about.
Suddenly she became limp as a rag doll and started dropping, dropping, streaking towards the water at a speed too fast for comfort.
Peter hurled himself to the side of the ship just in time to see her hand slipping below the surface.
Without pausing to think he dove off of the bow and was suspended in midair for a moment before sliding deep into the water.
Eyes stinging from the salt water, he searched until he saw her slowly sinking body, hair eerily suspended around her like a specter. Peter swam furiously down until he was level with Mynn.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, he worked his other limbs to propel them back towards the surface above, lungs screaming in protest.
It seemed to take ages to reach the surface. Peter took a huge breath in and felt that the cold air was restoring life to his body.
Mynn’s head lolled about frighteningly, wet hair plastered to most of her face.
Peter’s limbs felt as though they were on fire from the combined effort of keeping both of their heads above the water. The combined weight was too much, and they began to sink again.
Suddenly, a knotted rope landed in the water next to them. Without hesitation, Peter grabbed on to the lifeline and began to pull them up using one arm and his legs.
Someone on board the ship was pulling as well.
As they approached the deck, a reaching arm appeared over the side. Peter hoisted Mynn up above his head and felt her weight leave him as she was pulled out of view.
The arm reached down again and grasped his forearm, lifting with a mighty heave.
Peter barely had time to stand up and turn to thank their rescuer when a white-hot pain seared the side of his head. The blow sent him flying into the rails, ears ringing painfully.