Oceana waved her hand and the kelp rose from the sea, grabbing the young captain's legs and dragging her toward the dark grey water. She tried to cling to the sand, teeth gritted in determination, but it ran between her fingers and gave no relief. A lash of the dark water came and wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her into the deep. I saw that near-universal look of panic fill her eyes as she realized these were her last moments, but it did not give me the pleasure it had in the past. I heard her gasp just before the shock of blonde hair disappeared beneath the glittering oblivion.