“This day, you reach the end of a story,” she continues, “and the last of its paths.”
Following the glow of moonlight, the men step out eagerly into the night.
The orbs lead on, out through the cavern’s deep tunnels and beyond the island.
“Shouldn’t you be a bit more chipper, having won and all?” prods Steady Beard.
The men paddle furiously, but the widening vortex is inescapable.
Collapsing, the maelstrom tosses the men in their barrels toward the surface.
“Really very sorry for scuttling your promotion and all that,” offers Steady Beard.
“Aye, they’ll float,” nods Steady Beard.
The men push off, paddling the raft beyond the island and into the night.
With a rumble, the island sinks slowly into the sea, carrying all hands with it.
“Right, then. Let’s be off!” commands Brave Beard, striking a leaderly pose.
Heedless of the warning, the burly seals spread out as they swim, until the spell around them weakens and they become human once more.
Surfacing, they find themselves men once more, who, for the moment, splash about like happy children under the moonlit sky.
The creature drags the struggling men deeper beneath the waves, finally tossing them aside in disgust.
“Give me water, and I’ll teach it to carry me!”
With a piercing screech, the creature disappears back into the depths.
The jaws snap shut over the shattered tree, launching the men out into the deepening darkness.
“Great idea!” cuts in Steady Beard. “How about a demonstration?”
The absurdity of underwater speech only adds to the wonder apparent on his face.
Finding the dark water empty, the men quickly regret their course of action.
“Er, hullo,” stammers Brave Beard.
Clinging to wooden barrels, they watch their beloved ship sink into the depths.
“Quick, while we’ve a chance!” whispers Hasty Beard, leading the way to the boat.
“Time flows quickly in contemplation of the Great One’s splendor.”
It’s dark inside the whale, but the men appear to be intact.
