[To think you would plug your ears at my recital... how very human of you. You are pirates, are you not? Hmph. No matter. If you will not listen, you shall simply perish!] In an instant, the very atmosphere recoiled. Inky clouds suffocated the sun, unleashing a violent torrent of thunder and brine against the hull. Lenavin had begun to sing the storm itself into existence. [The audacity of man, seeking to seize a vessel that belongs to me. You shall have your prize: the seabed. Sink!]