harbour , the sound of chains snapping from their anchors ricocheted whilst hulls crunched against the basin walls .
Then , without warning , the ocean cracked open inside the limey spotlight . The water around the yawning crevice cascaded rapidly inside it like waterfalls . Green mist began to eddy around the bubbling rim in big billows , like a witch ’ s cauldron .
The sound that only a deific tongue could make continued to boomerang off the world ’ s corners . I squinted through the fog ; something was rising from inside the fracture . It was a masthead . It poked above Hell ’ s gushing jaws with the steaming light dangling on a severed wire . The rest of the vessel followed and steadily came into view .