The pain was blinding. Literally. Morgan the Gladiator's howls echoed off the damp, stone walls of the Stormfist Arena basement as they robbed him of his glacial eyes.

Drifting in and out of consciousness from the pain, he heard voices. I will be no part… this… Disgusting… Morgan passed out again, but burning pain woke him again and he screamed as loud as his lungs and throat would allow. Get back… Dr Murad…

Darkness was all he remembered and all he would ever know again.

Morgan awoke with a sharp thud. He scrambled looking for something to hold on to as he felt the ship lurch. His right arm burned and he immediately knew his shoulder was dislocated. The gods play sick games he thought as he gingerly stood and found his sea legs.

"You good, M?" Morgan recognised Rick's grizzly voice. The ship lurched again, this time a wave thundered into the starboard side of Rosalind's Grace. This time he managed to stay on his feet.

"Just my arm. Can you pull it back in?" Before he finished Rick had made his way to him and grabbed his right arm. A jolt of pain rippled through him. Nothing compared to that pain. "Gods! A warning next time, eh?"

"Quit yer whining, yer a tough nut." Rick urged him forward. "Let's go above. The other lads have taken the boat. We're free, Morgan."

"We'll be free if we make it out of this storm."

Rain lashed his face, so much so it stung. It was warm, as was the wind pushing at him with awesome force. Voices screamed commands at each other as the boat was pounded by the force of nature. He could make out the voice of Roger through the tempest, his fellow gladiator slave, barking at Rick to help him at the helm. Someone grabbed and then dragged him. The calloused hands betrayed that it was Rick again.

They made it to where Roger was, who continued to bark orders over the booming waves and howling wind. The man had fought for twenty years in the Stormfist fighting pits and all the gladiators looked up to him and would follow him into the jaws of oblivion. Morgan included.

"M, hold this wheel! You grip it—", before Roger could finished a wave smashed into the port side of the ship. The three men lost their footing on the slippery deck. Morgan winced as his right arm smashed into the wood again. He called out for Rick and Roger, but neither answered. It was difficult to still himself like he would in the arena before a fight. He couldn't feel their presence near him and he knew then the sea god had claimed them both.

Another wave smashed the ship again and this time Morgan felt splinters pierce his skin. You will not take me without a fight. Foolishly, he stood and roared like he used to in the arena before a fight, only this time he was challenging the gods themselves. They answered swiftly. Something smashed the wind out of his lungs and hurled him into the unforgiving Kuknasi Sea.