Ben headed to stand next to the healer, gripping his wand and casting Goyle a grateful look as he fashioned something to shield the two unconscious women. At least they wouldn't suffer any further injury than they already had. Ben prayed they would be okay; he had little time to complete the thought, however, as they prepared to face the sea monster one more time. Or, what he hoped was the last time.

A thought came to him as he adjusted his stature to keep him sturdy while the ship rolled with the waves. Then another thought came to him and Ben looked over at Goyle; then up at Darrow. It was a risk, but the ship was already half destroyed. Their lives were certainly at risk and this was a warrant for drastic measures. Ben stood next to the railing. Pointing his wand out at the sea, a red light shot out and carved a path through the air. It hovered just above the surface and cast a vast red glow, illuminating the waters beneath it. There they could see exactly how enormous —

"Bloody hell..." Ben murmured, watching the monster writhe below the surface. It was at least double the size of the ship they were on. He could see several of the appendages thrashing in an oddly coordinated manner.

"Goyle," he muttered through clenched teeth, his heart pounding as resolve took over. He raised both his hands in front of him and slowly but with increasing speed, a slick substance began to gather in the air, coiling and undulating in a gradual sphere a few metres in front of them and away from the ship.

"I need you to help me get as much of this as you can." He glanced at the healer again to make sure he understood. "Once we have enough, we're going to send it into the water." His voice strained slightly as the sphere grew in size. "And set it on fire."*

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