They came during a storm, which on the North Atlantic is quite noisy. Having heard shouting, the Captain emerged to discover a horde of creatures climbing over the rail.
To describe these naked, human-shaped beings – the bulging black eyes, big flabby lips, bluish-green skin – would sound delusional. They attacked, swift and deadly. The one who took Captain down hissed, revealing rows of impossibly long needle-like teeth in its open maw.
Blood sprayed, sailors screamed – a mammoth tentacle lashed onto the smokestack, pulling the tuna boat hard to port. The Captain’s last fading thought was, we really should have stayed home.