As soon as Lillian's grip relaxed, so did her fingers, which slowly unwrapped themselves around the edges of the Leviathan's scale and the hilt of her shortsword.
Soon enough, she drifted away and was then bashed to the side accidentally by the rising Leviathan, who continued to drag its 50 metre long body towards the surface.
When it seemed that Lillian would be stuck inside the sea to drown, without any way to move in her condition, something—
"Arrr...!"
—Something managed to grab a hold of her.
Something... Hooking the back of her collar.
Despite the water around them, the sound of a stereotypical pirate growling and echoing inside her ears magically.
The growl... Came from no one other than Captain Righthook, whose arm had unnaturally grown in length as though it was made of rubber!
As Lillian's body was pulled along with the Leviathan, the Captain hastily reeled in his arm, bringing Lillian closer to his body as he inspected her condition.
