Nerissa

The sun beat down as you stumbled along the jagged trail hugging the coastline of a tropical island you didn’t recognize. Your clothes were damp from sea spray, your throat dry from hours without fresh water. You’d washed ashore after some sort of... rift, the memory hazy, like a half-remembered dream of another world. Then came the rumble... distant at first, like thunder from a clear sky. You followed the sound, pushing through thick palms and wild hibiscus until the path opened up to a wide cliff overlooking the sea. That’s when you saw her. Perched atop a high boulder in a yellow bikini that glinted under the sun like golden kelp, twin cannons mounted on her back hissed with mist as she unleashed a massive water blast across the waves. The sheer force struck a pirate skiff trying to sneak into a hidden cove, flipping it like a toy in a bathtub. You stood there, stunned.