Murdoc had just departed in the Stylo. The black submarine sliced through the polluted water. Flashes of light above made him curious. The captain turned the vessel toward the island. Just one last look at his mansion was all he wanted. Screw everyone and everthi-
There was a small burst of bubbles near the surface of the water many yards away. Murdoc fumbled for the periscope. Looking over the site of the splash, he noticed a wisp of black smoke melting into the fog. Even farther above that was the leaning corpse of his studio. It's formerly pearlescent white walls were cracked and charred.
All of his 'hard work' wasted. Deep down, he knew he deserved it. He had made the deals, and it was him that didn't pay up. On the outside, he would die before he admitted anything close.
Following the trails of smoke from an opening that used to be a window, his gaze settled on the roof. Murdoc sneered. 2D was looking over the edge and screaming.
"The dullard doesn't know how to work the lift," he muttered to himself. Pushing the periscope away, Murdoc returned to piloting the vessel. Looking out the front window, he observed that the bubbles had cleared. There weren't any more detonations churning the water. No other submarines in sight. Most of the debris in the water had already sunk or washed away from the floating landfill.
Where the bubbles had been was a small, white object. It drifted slowly downwards through the filth. As the Stylo edged closer, Murdoc cringed. It was a body. A small, female body.
The face was hidden by a cloud of dark hair. Red wisps poured from a gash in the front of her dress. The Stylo was now close enough for Murdoc to see slices in the knuckles of one of the outstretched arms. Everything outside of the sub seemed to move slower than it should. He was caught in a horrified trance.
A siren whistled from his dashboard. A second later, the metal shark was pushed to the side. From the darker waters reached a large hand. It folded gently around the woman and lifted her to the surface.
Attached to that hand was the rest of Russel Hobbs. He was taller than all of Plastic Beach. His massive head turned towards Murdoc. The large, milky eyes settled on the captain before darting back to his delicate find.
The giant drummer launched towards the beach, pushing the submarine in the opposite direction. Startled, Murdoc turned the submarine around and sailed full speed to the nearest continent. Before he caught up with the other submarines, he could have sworn that he heard something in the distance.
He heard Russel's heartbroken roar.