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The ocean had never felt so big before.

The being sitting in the boat had never thought the ocean could ever look imposing, hostile.

It was His ocean, his sister's ocean.

The ripples the body had left were long gone. The Ocean Queen stood beside him, her husband behind her.

The widow didn't know what to call himself anymore. He didn't want to be the Codfather anymore- that was a powerful, ancient emporer.

But he wasn't Jimmy, he couldn't be. Jimmy was a kind ruler and the husband of a living god.

(Not living anymore)

The king of Mezalea lay a hand on his shoulder. The Codfather wanted to hate him, in that moment. Hate the True immortal his sister had married. But he didn't.

He didn't get a chance to reply, before a hand reached up from the sea and grabbed him.

The Codfather screamed, but the drowned moved too fast for Lizzie or Joel to pull him back onto the ship.

The drowned, with his dead blue eyes and clumps of cyan hair. That was the danger with Oceanic funerals, the Codfather thought simply.

He didn't have his cod mask, he could breath underwater better than a normal person, but not completely.

The corpse of his husband pulled him farther and farther into the pitch darkness of the sea.

Suddenly, his feet hit solid stone ground and his lungs cleared of water. He felt blindly at the walls, walking forwards and up some sort of rocky outcropping.

He finally saw light- it was coming from some sort of cave opening.

A voice was talking to him, a voice so wonderfully familiar it broke Jimmy's heart, a voice matched by soft cyan hair.

Scott grinned, amused and warmly exasperated. "Of course you're the first person I run into."

Scott cursed himself for the one time he'd ever taken Jimmy's word for something.

He cursed Jimmy, too. He cursed that stupid fish for showing up, spouting some nonsense about cod blood and how he was safe around Scott.

(He cursed himself for believing anyone could be safe around him)

He cursed himself for letting Jimmy stay in Rivendell. He cursed himself for not noticing the way Jimmy always picked seats closest to the fires, the way he never went swimming.

He cursed himself for ignoring how Jimmy kept his hands closed, the webbing hidden against his palms.

He cursed himself for letting it get this far.

He sat on his bed, fighting the way his chest was constricting and his heart had dropped to his stomach.

He brushed ice out of Jimmy's hair, closing his eyes. He always thought that Jimmy, with his open eyes, looked dead when he slept- now he knew that he'd been wrong.

Finally, he got up and rang for a servant.

It hurt, deep in his gut, as soon as he did, he was accepting reality. He couldn't keep pretending the morning was like every other.

He looked back at where, just hours ago, his husband had been asleep. Now, there was only ice and empty flesh.

He closed his eyes, and didn't open them again until the servants and the corpse were gone.