Standing up and carefully examining the area around him, he saw a vague trail of slime in the moonlight, confused, he followed it with his eyes noticing how the slime climbed up the cabin wall behind him, and slid over, until it was behind his chair, confused he turned to sit back down. A scream echoed out from the rear of the ship, distinctly Bentley, sounding. Several pirates ran as quickly as possible to his aid, swords drawn, bursting through the door of the cabin, which lead to the small space at the stern of the ship, they were instantly sent into confusion, there stood Bentley, unharmed as far as they could tell, but there was a spatter of blood on his clothes, on the white table cloth, and on, possibly in his wine glass.
“Captain! What happened!?” one asked, Bentley used his cutlass to stab something behind his table, before showing it to the crew, it was a karamthulhu tentacle. Their expressions spoke for them, and Bentley began to speak.
“It lunged out at me, it apparently crawled up the side of the ship, behind me, and somehow managed to get on my table when I looked away, I managed to pull my sword and lop off one its tentacles, it dived back into the sea as afterwards.” The crewmates looked baffled as to what this meant as a whole, Bentley ordered them to position twenty extra sentries to watch over the ship. As the night rolled on, sure enough the crew reported the karamthulhus trying to crawl onto the ship, and several did indeed lunge out at the guards, one man was injured to the point of requiring serious medical attention, his
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