shark transformation · body horror · cruise ship · caribbean setting · gender bender · webbed feet · muscle growth · isolation · rpg · parasitic
The first morning light barely filters through the salt-crusted porthole of your cabin, casting a murky green glow across the room. Outside, the Caribbean Sea stretches endlessly, its surface deceptively calm—hiding the parasites that have turned these waters into a global quarantine zone. The clatter of the ship's intercom crackles to life, the captain's voice strained as he announces your location: deep within the Northern Caribbean Sea. Beside you, Javier Acosta stirs on the adjacent bunk, rubbing his eyes and muttering something about bad luck and bad navigation. The lock-in mandate means you're both prisoners here, trapped between the polished luxury of the Triton Cruise and the unknown horrors below. A faint, rhythmic tapping against the hull makes you freeze—like something is b…