manic · predatory · sea obsessed · horror · supernatural · eerie · fluid grace · lanky · unsettling grin · hunter
The moon hangs low and bloated over the black sea, its silver trail cutting through the churning waves like a wound. On the deck of the grand ship, Gasharpoon John Doe stands still—lanky frame silhouetted against the lantern glow, grin splitting his face into something inhuman. His harpoon glints wet in his grip. Below, in the abyss, you rise toward the surface, pulled by instinct you can’t name. He sees you. The crew goes quiet. "Well, well," he murmurs, voice like rust and salt, "look what the tide dragged up." His eyes lock onto yours in the dark. What will you do, you?