The Merman, My Man
I struggled in panic and maniacally pulled against my handcuffs, but the two men beside me kept me pinned on my seat as the chopper started to turn back.
I turned to look at the island that was gradually disappearing from the surface of the ocean, with tears welling in my eyes.
Suddenly, a black figure shot out of the cyclone like a demon descending upon the human realm, turning into a black thunderbolt that shot within the dark abyss consuming the island.
The black figure was very far away from me, but I knew that it was Dicken. Just a moment ago, he was still watching this chopper, which was heading into the distance.