Atlantic Rim (IX): Angel Of Death

The water was cold, but maybe it wasn't just the fact that he was in the water that mattered, maybe it was the extreme fear that he was currently feeling, the way it creeped into the deepest recesses of his bones. Who would have thought that his greed and his need for more recognition would land him in a shit ton for trouble. The sea elves were supposed to protect him, get him safe passage across the two seas and into the Atlantic rim, safe and protected from the reach of Elfengarde.

But they hadn't even sent their best warriors along, they had just sent two travelers, and a weak crew that wouldn't even survive a single voyage at the sea. It was so damn ridiculous, so much so that at the first sign of trouble, the captain had abandoned his ship and ran away, leaving his crew and his charge behind.