The plan was over before it even began. Mircea was dazed when she silently padded away from him-he had told her. Warned her. The sea won't soften under your gaze. It was a terrible master-Sea. That was why people rarely sailed in the ships.
He knew this plan had been a bad idea, however he hadn't thought it would go down this way. Before it even fucking began. Frey cursed under his breath as he purged into the dark water. The coldness hit his bones before it hit his skin. His teeth tattered on their own accord as he gulped a mouthful of air.
Frey's eyes were stung by the salty cold water-that seemed to be endless now that he was swimming into it's darkness. He zapped them open in search for the woman who set him aflame plenty of times in his life. And then some more.
"Mircea?" He bellowed. He noticed more of his men jumped into the water in search of their Queen.