STRANDED

From a sun-scorched deck…

The tyrant watched as the wake of the ocean split upon the bow of his vessel.

It fuelled his tyranny.

As he saw the sea being forced apart by his ship, he visualised the imminent demise of the civilisations he was on his way to conquer; he saw them fall like the water being displaced by the influence of his will. His ship was under his control, it sailed the seas under his command…

And it was about to strike again.