Cerulean Cape but when a person is alone in the dark...

It was peculiar how the sea had taken so much from him – so much of him – and yet he had not turned away from it. No matter how she battered him, the pallid creature always returned to her depths to bathe in the most lightless of settings on the planet. One would call him foolish for behaving in such a way. It would only make sense that a witless fool would find solace in the one thing that had destroyed him and all that he cared about.
 
Just as she had taken his sister, so she had taken him. The waters had grown too fierce and had pulled him under. Beneath the swell, he had seen the most magnificently terrible beast. So riveted by the sight of it, the pale pirate had almost not resurfaced. When he finally did, there was nothing left of what he had been before. All that had existed inside of him had been swept away into the trench.
 
But she did return him…
 
There, on the shore that rested not far from the land he had once claimed, Smokestep Cairn washed up. His ribs jutted from his sides. Dark circles had made permanent indents around his eyes. His limbs did not appear strong enough to support the weight of his rail thin figure. He was not standing when he arrived on the beach. The water pushed him gently into the sands and then retreated. For several long minutes, he did not stir. Then, as though he had been struck by lightning, Smokestep lurched upward and retched. His gaze danced wildly to his surroundings. He knew nothing about where he was or how he had gotten there.