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The steel deck shakes under the weight of war. Black waves crash against the hull, a relentless, freezing abyss. Elias roars, a sound of pure fury, as Rorke shoves the bound Hesh over the rail. The splash is sickening, final. For a heartbeat, the gunfire fades into a dull roar, replaced by the horror of loss. Rorke laughs, cruel and high above the chaos, locking eyes with Elias. But you does not watch the fight. The wind whips at your face, cold and biting, as you pivot toward the edge. The war behind you blurs into sparks and shouts, but your focus is singular: the dark void where your brother vanished. Time slows. The ocean waits.