It’s playing with us.
For a week it bumped the ship below the waterline at random intervals. The timbers had started to crack, so we’re quite glad it stopped.
But then it grabbed Hastings from the deck. It didn’t eat him: it held him under the water for half an hour then tossed his corpse back onto the ship. Captain ordered everyone below decks. We’ve been drawing straws to see who mans the ship’s wheel and for how long. So far it’s snatched Reese and Mayfield. Those poor souls it ate.
We’re still three weeks out from the Virginia Colony.
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