Chapter 12.

Chaos through thunder.

Morgana was having fun; she was enjoying what Marcus was suffering; the sea, in its infinite depth, was taking a heavy and voracious toll on her. It didn't matter that Iris was agile and gave orders with talent, because when everything is manipulated by magic and nature is on your side, there's no room in the sea for simplicity...

Perhaps that was what she wanted to convey to the man; that her phrase, which Santo boasted about, also worked in the opposite way: there's no room for magic in the sea, but it sounded much better: there's no room in the sea for simplicity...

It might have seemed like she was acting childishly, but in reality, she was acting from the impulse of her past memories; She had begun to transmute all that pent-up rage, that repressed pain, and she was taking it out not on just anyone, but on the person who had caused this from the beginning: the captain of The Shadow of Thunder, or as some also knew him: the Tempestuous One…

However, she was agile and had Captain Erebus on her side; It was said that he had returned from the dead more than once, or that perhaps he had outwitted her by handing over the body of an enemy to appease her voracity, but she was known as The Bloodthirsty, the captain of the Crimson Fury, agile and lethal, but manipulative…

Morgana still kept her mother's and father's fangs as a good luck charm, but also as a reminder that this man and his crew were meant to be drowned, buried, poisoned, and she couldn't give in…

After all, she had locked the person who had extracted the venom from the Komodo dragon in a cage inside her ship, in her private cabin, so that Marcus wouldn't find him and die…

It was impossible to cross the Sea of ​​Storms and come out alive; it required almost the entire crew to lower their heart rate to something almost imperceptible, to a point where the sea would see them as a ghost of the many victims they had killed. Over the years, she had swallowed it…

There she was, with a triumphant smile, touching the rings on her fingers and smiling at the darkness, because she knew that the more time passed, the less Marco's possibilities would run out. Someone as mediocre as him would never accept the help of a person who used magic to reach her and her little pet, who was a human, but had degraded him to a mere animal…

It was unknown whether it was a man or a woman, but at night, the screams of that thing made the bones of his crew tremble; like a whip, it resonated between skin and wood. It was fascinating how the sword rattled the metal bars of the cage, signaling their own misery…

But someone who has forgotten their humanity and lost their ability to adapt to society will not understand that the acts they have been used for will sooner or later have consequences, because when innocence is corrupted, evil infiltrates the soul.