Cervantes looked over the edge of the boat with his weapon aimed, but there was nothing more than a pool of blood floating alone in an ocean of water. He wasn't sure where of where he was and he wasn't sure he wanted to wait for the one girl to either come up for air or drown to take her one soul. He cursed himself for letting his guard down. The girl looked different but he'd little doubt it was her. The sword was what gave it away. He'd fought her before and birds had ended their fight before he could kill her. How could he had forgotten that? The ship crashed at that moment. He was on land. A rocky coast of some sort. He'd never seen a such a place before. But he didn't have the want to explore. He had a need for more souls, his blade was hungry for souls and his blade was hungry to make his soul edge complete once again.
White light surrounded the ship and the ship retreated from the rocky coast and once again the Arc Royal headed out to open sea, run by the souls of the dead men and woman of the Arc Royal.
