Clinging to wooden barrels, they watch their beloved ship sink into the depths.

Surfacing, they find themselves men once more, who, for the moment, splash about like happy children under the moonlit sky.

Heedless of the warning, the burly seals spread out as they swim, until the spell around them weakens and they become human once more.

With a rumble, the island sinks slowly into the sea, carrying all hands with it.

“Give me water, and I’ll teach it to carry me!”

Following the glow of moonlight, the men step out eagerly into the night.

“Shouldn’t you be a bit more chipper, having won and all?” prods Steady Beard.

With a piercing screech, the creature disappears back into the depths.

Finding the dark water empty, the men quickly regret their course of action.

“Time flows quickly in contemplation of the Great One’s splendor.”

The men paddle furiously, but the widening vortex is inescapable.

“Aye, they’ll float,” nods Steady Beard.