And then he saw it. A looming darkness rose out of the mist off the ship's port side. It was strange and jagged in shape, uneven with jutting protrusions, like a dagger made from diseased bone. It glided on the water, its momentum barely slowed by the friction and causing no more noise than that of the water folding over on itself as it passed by. The whispering hushed from the castle above him, the steering stopped, the wood of the ships settling under the strain.