North Sea, off the coast of Dunwich, England
12:31 AM- Saturday, September 7, 1985
Hatho glared at Elliot with pure malevolence, but he did not interrupt his chanting. The three small boats paddled closer to the cliffs. When they were most of the way there, a sudden rushing sound came from behind them. A massive wave, some thirty feet high, was coming in from the sea, towering over the HMS Brighton behind them! It wasn't all that long or wide, but the height alone was enough to swamp the ship. The wave crashed against the destroyer with its full force, knocking her onto her side and capsizing her. Then it continued, looming over the tiny dinghies and the Marines in them...
The Deep Ones and their spawn stopped their chanting. "You did that on purpose!" Hatho snarled at Elliot. "I'll kill you for that!"
The Marines in the dinghies toppled over the sides and into the water just before the wave struck, smashing the little boats against the cliffside! A moment later, all but one of the men bobbed to the surface.
"No!" cried Victoria, moving between them and wrapping an arm around Elliot. "It was an accident!"
"Perhaps, perhaps not," said Y'Hali. "It is of no consequence. The flare gun will still fire once after being submerged, and once is all we need. The magnesium in it will burn all the brighter for the moisture. Go get it back, Hatho."
"This isn't over," Hatho grumbled at Elliot before diving beneath the water.