The Vengeful Sea

I have witnessed a miracle. While fishing for bluegills near Clearwater Bend, a horde of Withered descended upon us. We retreated into the water, having no other escape. The relentless Withered pursued and I feared we were doomed to join their ranks. Then the sea pulled back. We found ourselves surrounded by flopping fish. We heard a mighty roar before the sea crashed upon us. The waves pulled me under, tearing my breath from my body. My sight darkened… I awoke on the beach, surrounded by my stunned companions. Of the Withered, there was no sign. The beach had been cleansed. All that remained was the cries of gulls and the gentle murmur of the surf. Caliban