Weiss cursed as she dodged the Sea Feilong's bite. Damn beast was inured to cold and heavily armored, making most of her attacks useless. The beast roared and shot lightning out of its mouth, trying to nail Yang. "Where's Nora when we need her?" Weiss muttered. Then an idea sprang to life. "Yang, I think this thing needs a chaser for all that lightning it's spewing! Care to provide?"

The blonde shot her a puzzled glance, then smiled as she realized where Weiss was going with this. "Glad to oblige, Ice Queen!"

"Don't call me-" the rest was lost to the storm as Yang jumped into the Feilong's mouth, firing blast after blast from Ember Celica down the Grimm's throat. Blake used the beast's distraction to lodge the scabbard from Gambol Shroud between the armored plates on its neck, pulling herself up and around to shred its left wing. The Feilong brought its jaws together hard, trying to crush Yang, only to be disappointed as the blonde brawler jumped back to the ship's deck. "Any more ideas?"

"Just one. Ruby, Ice Flower!" Weiss yelled, calling a glyph in front of their leader's sniper position on top of the deckhouse.

"I gotcha, Weiss!" Ruby started rapid-firing Crescent Rose into the Feilong, drawing its attention away from the others on deck. Ice crystals formed on the huge Grimm's body and it roared again, slamming its claws down on the deck in its furious haste to reach Ruby. Weiss went sprawling, grabbing the railing and holding on for dear life between the Feilong's flailing and the ship's pitching in the storm

"Weiss! Yang yelled, running for the white-haired former heiress, but it was too late. Weiss' grip on the rain-slick railing gave way, and she plummeted into the turbulent ocean below.

By noon the next day, there was still no sign of Weiss. The storm had broken with the dawn, and the ship's captain had sent its small boats and even the little airship out looking.

All for nothing. Yang stared desolately over the ocean that had claimed Weiss. Blake and Ruby sat down on either side of her. "Sis, the captain says she's not here. She could be miles from here by now, with that storm and everything."

"Then we keep looking! We have to find her! We just have to," Yang trailed off despairingly.

"Don't worry, Yang. We've passed the word to every ship and airship in the area. She'll be found."

The seas of Remnant are harsh and unforgiving. The Grimm are an everpresent danger, and the seas is as cruel and unforgiving on Remnant as she is on Earth. So when a fisherman hauls in his catch on Remnant, he has a weapon handy just in case he's hauled up a small ocean-going Grimm.

This time, he was lucky. Just the pale body of a pale young woman, probably washed overboard in some storm or another. He starts to haul her to the side, figuring he'd deal with her after sorting his catch, only to drop her in shock as she moans. "Hey, are you okay?" he asks, kneeling over her.

"Nngghh," she moans again, coughing up seawater.

"What's your name? Stay with me, I've got you." Another fisherman brings up a blanket, wrapping the woman in it.

"Name...?"

"Yeah, what's your name?"

"I'm...I don't...I can't remember..."