Anna looked on as the ship ruptured in front of her, wood splintering and a small hole appearing from which a man was expelled into the Ocean. Her stormy eyes narrowed as the source for her most recent campaign of destruction and indiscriminate drowning splashing around in the Sea only a short distance away. She glided through the water, an unnatural movement that betrayed her supernatural status, and quickly placed herself within comfortable speaking and killing distance to the man. Her approach had gone unnoticed as the man reached the beach and began to swear profusely. The Wraith floated in the sea, about forty feet from shore and in line with the man, waiting patiently. 

When it became apparent the man was more interested in swearing at his useless crew, she roughly seized a cresting wave and lengthened its break, dropping it in the vicinity of the man in a shoulder-height blast of water that could knock a grown man off his feet. There was no danger to the assault, it was merely her way of getting the target of her anger’s attention before she gave him a piece of her mind, and then murdered him.

“You!” She yelled, pointing one accusing finger at First Mate, only her upper body visible as she remained strangely stationary in the moving waters around her. She slowly began to move towards shore as she waited for him to take notice of her.