On the surface the water is starting to get choppy, but the fishermen are waiting to see that last final gasp of air reach the surface. The bubbles die out, but no final volume of air greets them. There's an unexpected roll of thunder from off in the distance, but they pay it little heed as they ponder the mystery of the man they've just drowned.

Down below, Bruce is squirming painfully, that last desperate gasp of air still locked in his lungs, but what is underway will soon make that breath useless. His body swells in a massive roll of green scales and muscle, his legs expand to break their bonds and merge to form a powerful, paddle-like tail. At long last his eyes, now glowing a brilliant green, open wide and that final breath of air escapes his lungs, but as it bubbles toward the surface, so is he. A massive, serpentine form is charging for the surface, ready to take revenge on those who hurt him, who accused him.

Up in the sky the clouds roil angrily as the crew tries desperately to tack their gear and turn tail for the harbor. They are too busy to see the burst of air from Bruce's lungs hit the surface, but they are even less prepared for what they do see next. A dark green form lashes out from beneath the angry waves, slamming the boat and sending it rocking wildly around in the surf. There's a massive bellow that seems to ripple the ocean, followed by a peal of thunder.