"Patience, Captain," Marina said. Her tone was chiding, yet melodic. "You cannot rush art. And you certainly cannot rush a Beast of the Abyss who has a cramp in his dorsal fin."

The transformation was instant. The languid, sofa-lounging pet vanished. In his place was a weapon of mass destruction. He slid off the deck and into the churning sea with barely a splash.

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