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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| I knew something was fishy; I tell them that I ain't
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| seen anything weirder than them.
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| One of the guys sniggered at me and pulled a knife outta nowhere.
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| “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.”
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| He said knife to my throat. I passed out... when I came to as that scent lingered.
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| 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.
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| The guy got back out of the water holding an eye.
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| “An eye for an eye, father. Eye for a fucking eye.”
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