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Panel 1 [Opening flashback on the deck of a ship in disarray. Everything is still, lines cut from the davits and blowing in the wind, and a blubber hook hangs down from a chain to rest on the deck. Two bodies lay partially visible in pools of blood, as well as a straw hat in the foreground with a bullet hole through it and the back shattered. Brutality's voice is overlaid.]

BRUTALITY:
But I hope you haven’t forgotten our first conversation, a decade agone.

Panel 2 [Brutality's hands, laced with seaweed, grip the bulwarks, fingernails digging into the wood]

Panel 3 [Brutality hauls himself up over the bulwarks with a grin, dripping with blood and seawater. Seaweed and bits of rotted rope hang off him.]

Panel 4 [Low panel of his boots hitting the deck, the noose around his neck slapping wet against the planks as well.]