The Calling

It smelled the fear,
It smelled the blood.
It's finn slapping against the waves as a drunken man broke into a cheer.

The men claimed victory of the war that broke out in the sea, they had gone through hell and back, sacrificing their men, bathing the sea in blood but no more.

Freedom was in their grasp.

Or so they thought, revenge was coming and nature itself swore that it will rain storms upon them, it will bring carnage to those who dared to lift their weapons.

Who said the sea belonged to man?