As the monster rose from the water, the wake slammed our small vessel into the Blind Wolf. This damaged the vessel. Beyond repair, unlikely. Beyond seaworthiness? Most certainly. Our lovely crew retrieved me and Oz from the choppy waters. The leviathan stared at us for a moment, saying something in a language we didn't understand- or at least I didn't. Newt spoke its tongue, and conversed with it for a time. Being slightly cowardly, I think it could have gone better. Claimed to be some sort of ancient. I think some other stuff happened, but Nico made a pact with it for power or the like. It returned back underneath the waves, and we set off for our next port.