Then, something broke through the roiling surface. It was indistinct at first, just a pointy grey thing, but as it rose higher and higher, it became clear that it was a rocky outcrop of some description, although it wasn't clear to Flug that it was a rocky outcrop of course. He wouldn't know what a rocky outcrop was if a rocky outcrop appeared out of the ocean right in front of him with a label on it that said 'This Is A Rocky Outcrop'.
It grew and grew until it was well over a hundred feet tall and at least that again in width.
“Shiver me timbery things,” cried Weebeard from the crows nest. (He wasn't called Weebeard because of what you're all no doubt thinking. That would be far too obvious. It was because he wet himself on a regular basis. If you were on deck swabbing duty when Weebea
