Its thick fur weighs it down too much for it to swim out to our island. That's about all that's keeping us safe right now. We watched through binoculars as it slaughtered everyone it saw, stuffing as much of their meat as it could into the gaping mouth that now screeches out at us from the torso of the thing we call Gudby.
It only knows we're here because Ava went fishing in broad daylight and made no attempt to hide herself whatsoever. She jeopardised our entire existence for the sake of a few small fish when we all know the best catches happen at midnight, when Gudby sleeps and the world comes to life again.
Being nocturnal isn't something that comes easy to humans but we got used to it pretty quickly. Now we scarcely catch a few hours of rest for all the screaming and splashing It does while it tries to reach us. We thought it might never get more than a few feet into the water but Nick went missing three days ago and Gudby's been screaming much quieter.
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