More and more, the gigantic wall of water grows as it approaches with amazing speed, moving almost too fast for any normal wave to travel. As the behemoth grows, so does the storm surrounding it, more and more lightning strikes and lights up the sky, the thunder growing louder and louder until the roar was a deafening sound. Now close enough and within reach, the monster rears up with the wave, wings of water spreading to form the monstrous wave, and with a lunge clears over the ship, water crashing down on top of it, slamming the vessel with power, pushing it down in the sea a few feet, before emerging once more.<br/><br/>The target? Whatever that contraption was that was tied down on to the ship. The tarps having been ripped free from an earlier gust of wind, and were now being ripped away in to the sky by the winds. If one looked at the sides of the ship, they would see two sets of four claw marks, roughly five feet in length and one to two feet in width, gouged into the vessel. Almost. The monster turns to take another ram at the machine.... It had been knocked out of place and in to the water, and one more good smash would do the trick in destroying it. The machine was pretty banged up already, and the windows were smashed in, water leaking in to the interior.<br/><br/>On deck one could see that a great deal of damage had been done to the ship, the walls were dented beyond compare, and a few holes were in the sides, though not quite as big as the claw marks that raked the sides.<br/><br/>From where he was standing, his feet in the water, his gaze to the scene on the water, he hears a voice calling to him. It was the girl, telling him to wait. He turns halfway to look at her, his hair plastered to his head and face; clothes soaked and missed as the water crashes down on the ship that was there. He was surprised to hear the offer of letting him come to her place for shelter, making him tilt his head slightly, staring at her as if she was speaking a weird and unrecognizable language.<br/><br/>Of course he could not tell her what he was, and that weather like this was nothing to him, but since she was still there, waiting…he had to answer. “I…” He pauses, looking from the corner of his eyes to the sea again, caught in between wanting to go see what was going on, and not letting this girl see what he really was. As his ancient duty called, he felt the need to deal with any and all the happenings which took place in the waters of the earth. But right now…<br/><br/>“I thank you. That would be nice.” He had to protect his secrets too, and that in itself was a duty to uphold as well. Reluctantly and with much hesitation, he steps back out of the water and on to dry land, the wet sand sticking to his feet. Slowly he approaches her, and stops about four feet away. “Well, let’s get out of the rain and in to safety, shall we?” He asks, a faint smile on his lips. He wasn’t sure what was going on…but even if it wasn’t him dealing with the problem…no doubt someone else would come along.