A tremendous green flash of energy and the sound of an explosion rocked the entire harbour. The wooden boardwalk outside, and the fishery along with it, shuddered and rolled, lifting up and crashing back down. The fell light overpowered the daylight, reducing everything in darkness that was not touched by the sickening green glow that spilled in-between the wooden panels of the walls. The entire building groaned as the wood settled and cracked. Handy picked himself off of the ground, his vision blurred and dizzying, his head pounding as if something were hammering at it to get in. The air felt heavy as his ears rang. The other two were in worst states, the two of them clutching their ears and writhing on the ground. Handy stumbled over to the door of the fishery, eyeing the ceiling warily as the wood continued to groan and threaten to give way. The water below them seemed to be receding.