Ankyra Sound a sea serpent screams

I have said he did this quickly and in the dead of night BUT if him escaping unrealistic, I will stay in the thread and meet my fate! Otherwise it's an AW random event. FYI @Sobeille

Accessing the grotto required swimming, which Sam had never done but assumed would be easy. It was not. By the time he emerged in Caiaphas' dim and damp mausoleum, he was half drowned, crusty with salt, and questioning every choice that had gotten him to this point.

After all that, the bones were easy to find. Sam imagined that they had called to him. That the ghost that had moved this particular machine was a wicked little thing that knew her remains would continue to do mischief without her, and let her voice whistle through her teeth from the beyond. He would never know it, but Sam had the skull of the ultimate villlain in his mouth that day.

It took a few trips to gather her in a pile on the beach. He left the smaller fragments behind, and – quickly, in the very low light of a shrouded moon – arranged the larger pieces in the meandering shape of a snake on the move. Sobeille hadn't been specific about what he should do with the body, so he defaulted to arts and crafts. Anyone that came across this morbid display would see that it had been arranged with intent and wonder what the mysterious Banksy of Bones had meant. Was it a threat? And omen? Sam imagined their unease and giggled furiously to himself as he forced the dirty skull into a wide scream. The teeth still shone white.

Satisfied, the artist scurried back into the forest of giants that had spat him out on the beach that morning – it was time to put some distance between him and his work. Tomorrow, he would track down his mysterious taskmaster. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. She would be so proud of him.

Astera had drifted down to the beach and grotto, only to Caiaphas's final resting place in absolute disarray. Her skeleton taken on a winding shape, rather fitting for the serpentine woman. Was this some ghastly joke?

No. NO. The pale woman knew right away who's bones they were, with her familial kin tucked safely away in their earthy graves. An ugly scream tore from her throat, as flames of collected rage and sorrow charred at her fraying sanity. One ill omen after another...

The seafarer turned towards the treeline, striding towards it with unbridled determination.

Cameo!

Strangers on her beach —

and now, a skeleton, arranged like some sick joke. Yet the silent scream seemed almost real to her, almost like some guttural uttering in an ancient tongue long lost. Marina arrived too late to see the wolves who had come and gone, but she stood staring at that skull for what felt like forever.

When she departed, the skull was gone from its place. Only the indentations in the sand told that it had ever been there.