There is something out there. Something different. It is not a force of death and decay, like that calling creature at the bottom of the sea. We saw it, at the tail end of our voyage... A pale, ghastly thing. It had... something in its mouth... A large, black mass... It is eating that beast at the bottom of the sea. IT IS EATING THE BEAST AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA. OUR GUARDIAN ANGEL. ITS PALE WINGS STRETCHED ACROSS THE WAVES, AND A BEAUTIFUL HUE OF WHITE GRACED OUR EYES; IT IS OUR SALVATION. A LIGHT IN OUR DARKNESS, OUR LIGHTHOUSE. REVERANCE AND PENANCE FOR OUR ANGEL IN WHITE.
