Dark shadow rising.
Frothy foam splits and reveals...The Mouth.
Rows upon rows of teeth.
He looks at me with his large dead eyes, mouth gaping before he brings down a crushing, shattering, ripping, shredding blow across my arm. Crimson blooms, bursts, bubbles, and feeds the frenzy. I'm sinking, flailing and twisting.
A watery scream from a watery grave as the crimson drives him insane with ecstasy.