The ship was sinking. One of Vincent’s legs had pushed through the wrong part of the ship and water was gushing in through a five-foot hole below the waterline. The deck, already a crazy quilt of twisted metal and fire, tilted as the bow began to settle.

Vincent did not feel the agonies of his detached sections, but he felt a dull pain from those parts of his core that burned, dull pain being all his starfish nervous system could convey. The pain was tolerable. What was not tolerable was the fact that he had been forced to let go of the box and its precious contents.

Furious and afraid, Vincent now began willfully ripping the Okeanos apart, tearing off great slabs of steel and hurling them at Napalm with shocking force.

A two-ton segment of deck hit Napalm like a sharp-edged Frisbee, cutting deep into him, spilling a gusher of magma, and causing Napalm to howl in pain and fury.

Monster, Chapter 25