Disaster!

You forge ahead, riding the gale, you're sister cats the sails while you fight with the tiller trying to make for the glaring, blazing, column of light shining up ahead...

And then you see it: the column of light resolves itself into the most outlandish cat you've ever seen. His fur is purfect white, and blazes forth with concentrated moonlight, he wears about his arms and head quices and helm of tarnished silver, and he is calling SOMETHING down from the heavens, something dark, and deadly. Suddenly, he turns to you and your sister as your boat races into the whirlpool that surrounds him, and his eyes flare with a hellish orange light like they are two burning coals...

A vast shadow flies over the water: and you can't see what it is behind the sail, but your Yolntite turns to you with a look of utter terror in her eyes...

"Brother: you'll always be there for me, right?" She asks. (Her small voice carrying clearly in the suddenly calming storm.)

"What, why?!" You cry, confused.

"Promise me!" She yells, her voice a high pitched caterwaul hurried towards you in a raged scream by the bow front of a rushing mass of air.

"... Always." You promise, and then in that same moment realize you are a liar.

A sudden gout of flames burns the sail to ash and two massive claws snatch your sister from the deck! You see the huge beast: part bat, part lizard, part demon, and all terror: flying away with Yolntite in its claws!

The white cat in the silver armor turns to you. He utters not one word, even as you scream your sister's name into the night, only raises one gauntleted hand and points it at your burning ship...

Out of nowhere a bolt of lightning slices down from the heavens and smashes you to the decking, then through the decking, through the hull; and down into the water! Your ship above you and all the handful of other meager possessions you have left from your parents: explode as though they were a fragile ornament smashed against a stone by an angry child! You manage to grab a chunk of the mast as it slices down into the depths, then hold on to it as it slowly carries you back to the surface. You're lungs cry out for air and just before you would inhale the sea water you break through the rolling waves above and desperately gasp-in the thick salt air that has filled them your entire life!

You can't think, you can't move, all you can do is desperately grip the piece of the mast, to which is still attached half of the top spar, and float there, gasping. You feel blood oozing from your forehead, and slowly, utterly against your will, pass out. Just before the boiling clouds of black overcome you completely, you see a strange floating blue light, in the shape of another purson's head, enter your field of vision...