It felt like the world has flipped on itself. Kyle felt himself being thrown around the room like a ragdoll.
His arm hit something and a sickening crunch resounded in his ears.
A sharp jolt of pain shot through him and he bit back a scream.
The world slowly became visible and the damage was less than what he had expected.
Aside from the shattered window, the rest of the room was barely affected, just scattered.
Kyle's left arm was under him on the floor. He tried to move it but winced, his arm was unresponsive.
He managed to sit up, and pushed himself to his feet with his free arm.
"What was that?!"
His eyes looked out the window, to the building rain. At that rate, the ship will flood.
"Shit! Am I really going up there?!"
He ran to the door and pushed the fallen drawers and boxes obstructing it.
His body protested against his actions but he persisted. "We have to do this! What good is not feeling pain if we die?! Co-operate with me."
Kyle managed to clear it and he immediately opened the door and ran to the deck.
Luckily, water wasn't flooding the halls and there didn't seem to be infrastructural damage.
He climbed the stairs and placed his hand against the hatch. His breath caught in his throat.
'What if I go back? I mean there's nothing I can do.' His broken arm tried and failed to move.
A lump formed in his throat and he bit back a curse, "When did I become so careless?"
He pushed against the hatch and climbed unto the deck.
His heart almost stopped beating in his chest.
The sky was nearly blacked out by clouds, the only illumination being the occasional flash of lightning.
Giant squids, each on roughly the size of a man, were stuck in the air, beaks and tentacles trying tentatively to reach for the ship.
Yet an invisible force kept them in place.
Kyle squinted his eyes against the rain and counted hundreds, no thousands of the slimy, scaly orange squids.
It was the same power that had held his own fist in place.
Kyle's eyes went to Hoodie by the steering wheel. His hood was pulled back and his eyes had trails of blood running down like crimson tears.
"I don't understand. This shouldn't be happening." Hoodie groaned and pushed his hand forward.
He stumped his foot, throwing out his arms.
The squids were sent flying back into the ocean.
"These things are only attracted to unnatural things. Why are they following us?" Hoodie wiped his face clean of the tears and his eyes seemed to have whitened some more.
A loud roar of water made Kyle snap his head to the side.
From a falling mass of water, a giant orange tentacle roughly the size of the ship rose and seemed to pierce the veil of clouds.
It cast a large shadow over all of them and the tip surged downwards like the finger of an angry deity.
Hoodie opened his mouth and let out a scream.
Space around Kyle shifted slightly, blurring them coming into sharp focus.
The familiar nausea of teleportation hit Kyle yet fear stopped him from throwing up.
His eyes trailed back and he saw the tentacle slam into the ocean where their ship had been mere moments before.
Waves the size of small hills rolled off and rammed into the ship, rocking it and sending Kyle to his knees.
Hoodie fell to his knees and coughed up blood.
He spat out a little on the floor but it was washed away by the rain.
"This is getting very troublesome." Hoodie laughed mirthlessly.
Orange entities surged out of the ocean and whistled through the air, cutting it with their rotten beaks.
Kyle closed his eyes as the salty water stung his eyes.
He managed to force it open in time to catch a glimpse of Hoodie raising an arm to pause some them in the air.
One managed to slip by his defense, peaking in the sky and falling to the ship.
A rush of adrenaline surged through Kyle and he kicked the floor, pushing himself to run as quickly as possible.
'Do not slip.' Otherwise meant death.
The squid was about to land but his foot met its soft body, sending it back into the ocean.
Another fell and Kyle reacted. His feet met whichever was getting close.
Soon, his feet were sore and bruising, hurting with each movement yet he gritted his teeth and pushed on.
A squid fell and Kyle tried to raise his leg but the limb cramped up, making him tumble forward.
'Shit!' He forced himself to land on his broken arm and he used his right arm to set it like the old game of volleyball.
Kyle forced himself to his feet in less than a second. He ignored the sudden drop in blood pressure to his head and spiked it into the water.
His breath was ragged and sweat stung his eyes but Kyle kept his eyes on the sky.
Hoodie had managed to get his footing back and no more squids slipped through.
Kyle's eyes drooped slightly, his body aching and begging him for rest.
'I can't take a break.'
He looked at the ship. Without someone steering it, it had started to shift to the East.
His eyes landed on Hoodie whose face was barely recognizable behind the coating of sweat and blood.
"Shit!" Kyle cursed and limped to the steering wheel.
He placed his right hand firmly on it and gripped it.
His muscles strained tightly underneath his shirt as he rotated it about its axis.
The hull shifted against the waves, changing direction to its original path.
Kyle kept the ship roughly stable and he let out a deep sigh.
A wave of relief washed over him.
'We are safe.'
Then the waters surged again.