Editing LeviathanTempest:ProAntilogue

It was out on the  docks, that night when I discovered there’s more to those stories than those drunken sailors mutter about. I always thought that those men were simply too pissed to think straight. They're certainly to pissed to speak clearly.
Now I know, that thing wasn’t human and those people looking for it weren't sailors. They walked into the bar and asked if I had seen anyone out of place or if see if I'd seen anything weird.
At first I thought they were a little crazy but then I noticed the smell of rotted seaweed, followed by one leaving puddles where it had come in and stood, as if she could never get dry. 
I knew something was fishy; I tell them that I ain't
seen anything weirder than them.
One of the guys sniggered at me and pulled a knife outta nowhere.
“look man we have been looking for my father for awhile now, I know he's out here and you are getting in the way of my revenge.”
He said knife to my throat. I passed out... when I came to as that scent lingered.
I took out my mop and went to the door; there was a large... thing in the water. The four of them jumped in followed by an ear piercing screech. 
The guy got back out of the water holding an eye.
“An eye for an eye, father. Eye for a fucking eye.”