He waits, a moment or two, just to be sure this motherfucker is gone from here. He hums to himself, small prayer to Messiahs, and then?

Then he tears Dennet's head right free. He's reminded of his beach. When all he tore up the corpses for his Da to find, his old seagoat taking to the corpsemeat. Except maybe the sharks would be a little more motherfucking reliable than his Da was to be.

He tosses Dennet to the water, piece by piece, all the more blood to draw. Too much for him to stay here, if he's to live at least. He goes in search of some new path, making sure to dive under the next bit of flooded ship he sees to wash off the red.