"...Emberton Slackmire stumbled back, aghast, as the skeletal pirate wolf reared its full height above him, all bones and barnacles.. it creaked its jaws open and uttered a voice like a thousand waves crashing down, saying 'I am Jonathon Gabriel Fathom, The Angel Of The Deep! I herald the storm to end all ages!"

Fathom
Jasper Hedren 2010
pen, ink, prismacolor marker, pencil
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"Sometimes at twilight the grey vapours of the horizon have parted to grant me glimpses of the ways beyond; and sometimes at night the deep waters of the sea have grown clear and phosphorescent, to grant me glimpses of the ways beneath. And these glimpses have been as often of the ways that were and the ways that might be, as of the ways that are; for ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and dreams of Time."

~ H.P. Lovecraft, "The White Ship" 1919

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

~ T. S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" 1915