Saturday, 18. july 2009
6
18
/07
/Juli
/2009
21:09
Up and up it went, and then over and down, pinioning the ship. Something moved on the other side, something pale stirring beneath all that green, and the second tentacle emerged. Then a third, and
a fourth. One wrestled with a dredging claw. Another had the remains of a net draped all about it, like a veil, which didn’t seem to hinder it. Now all the people were running-all but those the
tentacles had found. One of them had curled itself around a woman with an axe. She hacked at it wildly, thrashing in the pale embrace, until her back arched and suddenly she fell still. The
tentacle dropped her, white fluid pulsing feebly from the gashes she had left, and seized someone else. Twenty tentacles had attached themselves when the ship abruptly listed to starboard.
Survivors slid across the deck and into the sea. The ship tilted more and more. Something was pushing it over, pulling it down. Water sloshed across the side, and into the open hatchways. Then the
ship began to break up.
