Sanctuary: Safe Haven

Chapter 387 Big Fish

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the sea, but the crew of the ship had little energy left to admire it. Kaelor, Finnick, and Linna leaned against the railing, panting heavily, sweat dripping from their brows. They had faced countless battles on the ocean, but today's ordeal was like nothing they'd ever experienced. The sudden onslaught of sea monsters had pushed them to their limits, and only Canna seemed unfazed.

With a heavy thud, another massive fish monster landed on the deck, dropped effortlessly by Canna as though it weighed nothing. The creature flopped weakly, its scales gleaming in the fading sunlight. Canna looked over the array of sea creatures he'd collected, appearing completely at ease, even as the others struggled to catch their breath.

"Um, Canna," Linna ventured, her voice gentle but filled with concern, "I don't think the ship can hold all these." She cast a wary glance at the piled-up creatures, her practical mind already calculating the ship's weight capacity.

Canna just chuckled, unfazed by her concern. The crew had seen powerful fighters before, but Canna was on a different level. His lightning magic alone was rare enough, but the black lightning he wielded was something altogether otherworldly. Even more surprising was the casual way he fought; while they had been defending the ship with everything they had, Canna had seemed almost playful, his voice ringing out cheerfully with each new catch.

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"Too tough."@@@@

"Nasty-smelling."

The ones he found unsatisfactory were tossed back into the sea, while the ones he approved ended up on deck, a growing collection of enormous sea monsters ready for inspection. Linna shook her head with a smile, amused by Canna's strange sorting process.

"Well then," Canna said, flashing Linna a grin. "Help me out. Let's cook some of these up."

At this, Finnick's face lit up with excitement. He quickly joined Canna, his usual smirk wide with anticipation. "Finally, some proper food! I've been dreaming of seafood like this." He rubbed his hands together, looking over the monstrous catches with the gleam of a child presented with a treasure trove.

Linna, feeling a surge of excitement herself, eagerly helped Canna pick out some of the best-looking creatures. She quickly fetched cooking supplies from the ship's stores, her movements quick and purposeful. Cooking wasn't her main duty on the ship, but she had a knack for it and loved the chance to prepare something fresh, especially seafood. With Finnick assisting her, she set up a makeshift cooking station, her eyes gleaming with the challenge of preparing dishes from the wild, exotic catches they had collected.

"Master."

It was Abaddon.

Canna's eyes snapped open, his senses immediately alert. "What is it?"

"There's an incoming threat," Abaddon reported, his tone calm but serious. "A Catastrophe-class sea monster. This one's undeterred by my skill."

A spark of interest ignited in Canna's gaze. "A Catastrophe-class, you say?" He sat up, stretching out his shoulders as a faint smile crept across his face.

"Yes, master," Abaddon confirmed. "It's moving swiftly, and it seems intent on reaching the ship. What are your orders?"

Without missing a beat, Canna's voice rang out with quiet command. "Mortem," he called, addressing his firstborn in the shadows. "Alert the crew. We'll need everyone ready."

From the darkness, Mortem's voice answered, calm and steady. "Understood, master. I'll make sure they're prepared."

Canna stood, his anticipation building as he imagined the encounter awaiting them. "Abaddon, let's lure it into the skies. I want a better view."

Abaddon's dark, ethereal form manifested beside him, his presence like a shadow come to life. He nodded, his eyes gleaming with fierce loyalty. "As you wish, master."

Together, they stepped out onto the deck, the cool night air sharpening their senses as they prepared for the coming battle. Above them, the stars seemed to flicker in silent anticipation, and the faint outline of the monstrous threat loomed in the distance, its size casting a shadow over the waves as it drew ever closer. The quiet of the night had transformed, taking on a tense, expectant quality as the crew readied themselves for the fight of their lives.