A pale, wiry, and shirtless man stumble ran through the overgrown jungle, laughing like a madman. He indeed looked mad, with his sunken eyes, wild black hair, and the esoteric symbols alternatively tattooed and carved on various parts of his body. He was naked from the waist up, only wearing tattered black trousers and a crude rope belt, but moved faster than a man with his emaciated frame seemed like he should. There was nothing supernatural about Gregor Heartway's speed, however. He was powered by a combination of elated freedom and bone deep terror at being caught, and not just by the Captain and his dog Ulric. He wanted to put as much distance between him and the ocean right now as possible.

He couldn't help but feel a hint of pride, though. "I told you!" He called to the other escapees. "Piss off a sea god and they'll take it out on the whole ship. Told you I could do it and I did! Ha!Ha!Ha!"