20150711

Day 433

They came from the fog at first, the deep sea fog that settles around trawlers.
Snatched sailors, scientists, tourists and left behind thin scratch marks on the decks.
No trace of blood or bone, just those same little lines.

Sometimes a witness was left behind for no apparent reason and notified the coast
guards or whatever they'd seen (generally the same spindly grey limbs and gaping
maws that dripped with bloody saliva yet left no trace).

They were assumed mad with grief at seeing their comrades presumably fall overboard.
It took them a great deal of time to realise their mistake and by then the boats had arrived.
One by one missing vessels began drifting towards the coastline.

The first empty boat contained only the exact same scratch marks as the "overboard" boats
as well as an unseen passenger, secreted below the lower deck and the boat's underside.
Waiting to be taken to harbour.

It didn't have to wait very long, one council had decided that all boats bearing those marks
must be thoroughly searched in case traces of the missing were found.
In the meantime, reports of skittering grey limbs began and the town slowly vanished to them.

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