Sonya tossed a piece of pop into the air from her spot as the show pyed on the s above them. She watched the piece fall towards her only for a fsh of brown hair to move in her way. Marta snatched it up with a quick bite before leaning back, lig her lips as she looked back up at the s. Sonya gave her a petunt look befng back at the shoair of men were standing on the deck of a speedboat, one of them with a megaphohey were saying something to the crew of another ship. One of the members of the other crew was a woman who burst into flowery cursing as she grabbed her guns.
Sonya ughed, “Wow she has a mouth on her,” Sonya snickered from Marta’s p.
Her best friend looked down at her, “What do you think so far?”
“It’s pretty good, if a bit wild,” Sonya said, rolling over a bit to get a better look at the s, “This is set mostly in South a right?”
Marta nodded, “Yes, I love this show.”
Sonya g her, “You know, I’ve noticed you have a thing for a shows.”
Marta pursed her lips, “I was a bit of an adrenaline junkie in high school,” She admitted, “Anything to get a thrill, discovered anime while at a hotel before base jumping.”
Sonya tilted her head, “You’re serious? You old me about that!”
“You never asked!” Marta ughed before looking up at a beautiful shot of the water, “I wonder how Barry’s doing,” She murmured as her lips curled up into a gentle smile.
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The feed flickered and hissed for a moment before it came to life. For a moment there was nothing on the s but the vast sea and a little bit of the deck of a ship. The waves crashed and somewhere in the distance a bird called. The feed rustled a little as someone adjusted the position of the camera before a face leaned down to peer into the lens. Jaw as solid as steel, big dark eyes, and a mess of short hair, Barry Logan grinned with his signature sharp teeth at the lens before stepping back, putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest.
“Barry here! Sup, babe!” He said brightly, waving at the camera. “Another video diary for ya to see when I get back!”
He gnced over his shoulder, “We’re just about doh the frame!” He said and scratched the back of his head, he pursed his lips, “The boss is one hell of a sve driver, y’know? You tell her that ime you see her, got it?” He pined before chug and scratg at his chest, “stru’s going well but we’re starting to get attention from the other navies around here. Not as bad as the US Navy, they sent friggin subs after me, you believe that?” He barked out a ugh, “Not that it roblem!”
“Anyway,” He said, “The radar jammers are all set up as well and we’re pretty much doh that funky thing that Amos said we o put in. Something about satellites or whatever,” He scratched his head, “Uh… what else,” He mumbled a little to himself before brightening. “Oh! Oh! Yeah I saw pirates! A speed boat came by the ship yesterday, haven’t seen ‘em since. I-”
He was just about to tinue speaking when another man walked into view wearing a t-shirt, “Are you still doin’ these things boss?” Wake asked, “Trigger’s lookin’ for ya.”
The boat rocked and the camera fell over, the feed cutting out. Barry turned and gave his subordinate a dangerous grin, he reached over and grabbed him by the head, “You’re interrupting!” He growled, giving the guy’s head a little squeeze. “I was rec a message for Marta, you got a problem?”
Wake disappeared and reappeared just out of Barry’s immediate reach, “You do your little love er, man! e on!” He ughed, stepping back a few paces as Barry reached out again to try to grab him. Wake burst into little clouds of gray smoke before vanishing again and again as Barry kept trying. “Boss, you’re not fast enough to catch me! Not on your feet!” Wake ughed, his hands in his pockets as he darted away again and again.
“Cmere you little shit!” Barry barked, throwing himself towards Wake only to nd face first on the deck. He scrambled to his feet and spun, Wake was gone. He huffed and scratched his head, “He’s gettin’ faster. No smoke trails anymore either, no idea where he went,” He smirked and looked out towards the water, “My boys are gettin’ strooo,” He thought ruefully before walking towards the edge of the deck. He’d go see what Trigger wanted in a moment. He leaned against the rail and looked down into the depths. Beh him, the Mariana Trench stretched down into the vastness of the sea. He hummed to himself and waited patiently until the water shifted a little, then a lot. Then an enormous shadow passed uhe vessel.
“Good m odore,” He chortled as the Sperm Whale darted out from beh the ship and towards the trench, breag for a moment befoing back dowh the water. Shortly after a series of bd white shapes darted down to follow it in formation. “And there’s your crew,” He said with a toothy grin befng around, “But where is-” He paused when he saw a shape, smaller than the orcas that were obediently following their assigned leader, but just as terrifying to an ordinary person. He pushed off the rail and hopped onto the water, nding on the surfad croug down. “There you are, big guy.”
He reached out as a white and gray snout poked out of the water. He reached doced his hand on the slick surface of the Great White’s nose, “Have anything tasty to eat, Red?” He asked, tilting his head to look into the ruby red eyes of the natural marvel. He felt the vibratioweehe momentary e, and visualized a successful hunt of a tuna. He raised his eyebrows, “Oho, big meal!” He ughed and stroked its nose again before letting out a low breath and closing his eyes, “Wanna try again?” He murmured and trated, feeling the creature beh him, every portion of its biology id bare. He could feel its cells, its dna, everything that it was.
I am the Lord of the Depths, he thought to himself. He let his wild nature wash out into his instincts, his moments of stillness and his explosive anger, he felt the vastness ahs of his own soul for a moment as his head rolled back a bit and he bore his teeth to the sky. He could already feel the growing power of his new ability having an influen his core power, how it touched his mind, made him see things differently. He khat if Sonya hadn’t used those sans on him to keep the powers separate until he was ready, he would have lost his gourd.
He cleared his throat and looked back down at the shark, trating, teasing out the geic history of the beast. He felt a tiween them, a shift, a ge, a monstrous welling up from within the shark that bubbled higher and higher until he pushed it back down. He guided it, directed it, spreading it through every cell. He was so close this time. This time he would do it, this time he would unlock-
BANG!
A gunsh out and he opened his eyes. Red retreated into the depths and he scowled, slowly turning his head towards the yacht where he and the boys were staying. He still felt the tingle, he wasn’t even sure if it had worked or if it was another failure. At least Red didn’t get hurt by the interruption from the looks of it, the small shadow of the shark diving down into the trench below. Barry rose to his feet and gnced past the yacht to the cargo ship trailing behind it where they kept the materials for their work. He frowned, “Who the fuck-” He grumbled, marg across the water, “-Is shootin guns at my ship?” He bellowed.
He heard someone running across the deck of the yacht and gnced up to see Wake looking down at him, “Who is it?” He barked.
“It’s those pirates boss! They came back!” Wake shouted, “They’re firing warning shots at the cargo!”
Kingshark rubbed his neck as his lip twitched, “I was sidering sg them off, but they interrupted somethin’ important,” He grumbled and started to walk oer towards the cargo ship, “Radio the ship, I’ll ha,” He said as the waves crashed around him. The sea began to stir, the o itself roiling in his preserigger wao see me anyway,” He muttered, stalking forward with murder in his eyes. His sensitive ears heard the audible gulp from Wake before the young man teleported away to the radio station ihe yacht.
His walk turned into a small jog, then a run directly at a wave that crested in front of him. He smmed into it and the gills on his neck opened. His skin turned a dark gray, his eyes grew wide and his pupils rge. Extra lenses closed over them to protect them from the water. He felt his body growing rger and rger, the estic water-proof cloth stretg with his increasing size as he turned into a torpedo in the o. He spun, pushing himself faster and faster, rocketing through the water ah the cargo ship. He spotted light and shapes and stopped ier, opening his mouth and releasing a pulse of sound, he closed his eyes ahe return pulse hit him.
Ten ships, no, eleven. He gnced up at the ten shadows above him before looking out across the vastowards a far distant shadow. They brought a mother ship. He thought and looked up at the surface. With a rush he trolled the water around him and turned himself into a missile that shot into the air, his gills closed and he pivoted, nding on the deck of the Cargo ship. A few of his men turned and aimed ons up at him in surprise before turning ba at the pirates. His sed-lids opened and he swept his gaze over them while someone approached him from behind, “They brought a goddamn frigate,” He grunted as Trigger fell into step o him, “Keep these idiots here till I get back,” He said before turning to the guy, “Oh, did you want something?”
Trigger shrugged looking up at him, “Just wao let you knoere going to put the verters in tonight, might be a little deyed now.”
Kingshark’s eyes went wide, “You serious?” He spat on the ground, “I’m oep away from hangin’ out in an uer fortress in the Mariana Trench, the friggin dream of any supervilin, and I gotta wait because of these bozos?” He demanded. “That fu’ tears it!” He barked and marched towards the edge of the seat, “Keep these guys busy! I’m handlin’ this personally now! The odore py ter!” He bellowed before hopping off the side of the ship and bato the water without another word.
The sea expanded around him as he re-ehe water and he go the right to see the massive shadow of the odore drifting closer. With a mental and he sent the beast back below for now, he’d call on it if he needed. Instead, he turned his attention to the frigate that was just far enough away to be difficult to spot by the crew of the cargo ship. He called the water up around him and unched himself fain, his skin darkening even more. His eyes turned a deep red, a faint glow beginning to bze in them as he drew closer.
Fu morons, don’t know a bad idea when its right in front of them! He thought in a rage, the sea growing tumultuous above him. To anyone viewing from above the water, it looked like waves were f of their own accord and spreadi and right along his path, f a line of angry waves leading straight towards the rge metal ship. In just a matter of moments he was on them, fingers outstretched and turning hard and bony. He smmed into the side of the vessel and dug his fingers into the hull, grabbing on as the ship shifted oh the impact.
Barnacles began to spread from the point of impact, growing rge before mutating. They twisted and grew, extending into terrible tentacles that extended up and out of the water as he climbed up the side. It didn’t take long with his bulk, nearing twelve feet tall, he was rge enough to cause the ship to tilt slightly as he broke the surface. Faces were looking down at him as he looked up, men in asks staring down at him with wide eyes. He opened his mouth wide into a manic smile, “Y’all fucked up!” He bellowed as the tentacles breached the water and started grabbing screaming men.
He climbed the side as more tentacles rose up around the ship, smming down on the surface, crushing men and equipment. He hopped onto the deck as well and a gunsh out, automatic fire followed, the bullets bounced against his rubbery skin as he waded into the chaos. One man leaped off a ptform, his arms turning into s. He whipped them out to try to grab hold of him only for Kingshark to raise his arm ahe around it. He s the guy and pulled, dragging him over. The ma out a cry ht as the supervilin opened his mouth and bit down on shoulder and spine, crushing bone before whipping his head and sending the bloody corpse hurtling off the side of the ship.
He threw his arms out wide as more tentacles rose up, one man was grabbed by his torso and leg and torn in half. Another pirate was simply crushed when one smmed down on him. Aentacle crashed through the hull in search of the engines. “Kingshark is here, fuckers!” He bellowed, stomping forward and sweeping a hand forward to grab one man by the torso before bringing him down against the deck, pulverizing his chest. As he did, anunsh out and he felt a pinch of pain as a bullet grazed his neck. That oually hurt. He reached up and touched the spot, where that ag wound from Firestorm remained.
His grin turned into a frown aood up straight, turning his head towards the bridge of the frigate. A man stood there with a rifle in hand, his eyes glowing. Kingshark tilted his head, the burning and chaotic deck of the ship a mad din around him. “You must be the captain,” He rumbled and started his approach, blood dripping from his hand.
