From Work in Progress

It happened in the middle of the night. Hardly a sound. A faint slurp, nothing more.

Kya heard it and stole up the stairs, but by the time she reached the deck, Zachariah was gone. He had dropped over the side. The Veridian Sea had swallowed him, the waters increased by the sum of his dissolving flesh.

The next morning, no one spoke of it, although all knew what had happened.