The brutal battle between the sinners and crew rages on, both sides battered and bloodied. You could have given them a choice! The crew members! At least let them know what they were getting into...

Wherever I sail, I always leave behind white, churning traces in my wake.

I robbed the crew of their choices? Wrong. They saw the wake I left and chose to align their course with mine. Because they couldn't bear it otherwise! Because they're pathetically weak! Because in their meaningless lives, I'm the only one with enough conviction to give their existence direction!

Suddenly Ahab manifests her Blooming E.G.O: Gas Harpoon, absorbing all the remaining crew members into her twisted power before launching back into battle. The sinners are already critically wounded from the prolonged fighting.

Shit. Fucking shit.

Tick tick tick This is really bad...