Talk:Nautilus/SkinsTrivia/@comment-4019444-20120210013645

As I watched the dark ocean rumble and quake in front of me, I saw him. Lumbering as if confused by a world he never expected, but moving with a haste that spoke of intention, he crossed the black sand of the night, each footstep making a soft thud. I could only stare at this beast, a being that needed to find resolution, it seemed. The black crusted anchor he dragged created grooves that would remain there until the hungry ocean consumed them. He turned to me, the blood red eyes that shone with contempt. And I could see the suffering and pain that tore his heart. Dear Nautilus, I said to myself, you will have vengeance...