[Rathlin Island 1575]
The waters lapped against the shore, vacant and ceaseless as ever before. Yet silently the winds carried the sails of those who brought the fury of the sea.
None could escape when the island drowned in a tide of blood. The feeble and the strong; man, woman and child: all were hunted like seal or game. The gore strewn beaches were seen from across the narrow water.
Out to sea the wind carried their cries, where they fell unheard into the ceaseless waves. Upon the cliffs across the narrow water, wailing and tearing, the lord beheld all he ever knew and loved: murdered.