They screamed themselves awake, tasting seasalt and the gunpowder tang of freshly fired cannons...
The problem with recycling is that you often get more than you bargained for. Sometimes it's a hidden compartment in an old jewellery box and you suddenly find yourself in the midst of a sordid familial murder that began ninety three years ago when someone spilled port on a new tablecloth.
Sometimes it's termites.
Today it's somewhere in the middle. Specifically the gentle curves of an old ship's hull that were purchased for worryingly little and repurposed to make a bed frame in a cutesy rustic little apartment. It looked more like whalebones when they were done sanding and painting the centuries-old wood but the couple in question didn't see it.
They didn't see the crew either, though they'd been with the ship all these years and would continue to be with it in its every forms as they travelled between its fragments with unsettling ease. By now they were bored of spectating and eager to put their hands all over the modern world after spending decades in a collector's warehouse, slowly figuring out how to become physical creatures again.
The human mind isn't made to remember every aspect of our bodies, it just pilots us along through life and as such, the crew barely looked human. They had all the limbs in mostly the right places but they didn't really have clothes or bodies or much of a face beyond their mouths and the occasional eye.
Needless to say when they finally decided to make themselves known to the couple under the whalebone remains of a ship that should have been wrecked by the sea, they were more monstrous than anything their worst dreams could have come up with.
The problem with recycling is that you often get more than you bargained for. Sometimes it's a hidden compartment in an old jewellery box and you suddenly find yourself in the midst of a sordid familial murder that began ninety three years ago when someone spilled port on a new tablecloth.
Sometimes it's termites.
Today it's somewhere in the middle. Specifically the gentle curves of an old ship's hull that were purchased for worryingly little and repurposed to make a bed frame in a cutesy rustic little apartment. It looked more like whalebones when they were done sanding and painting the centuries-old wood but the couple in question didn't see it.
They didn't see the crew either, though they'd been with the ship all these years and would continue to be with it in its every forms as they travelled between its fragments with unsettling ease. By now they were bored of spectating and eager to put their hands all over the modern world after spending decades in a collector's warehouse, slowly figuring out how to become physical creatures again.
The human mind isn't made to remember every aspect of our bodies, it just pilots us along through life and as such, the crew barely looked human. They had all the limbs in mostly the right places but they didn't really have clothes or bodies or much of a face beyond their mouths and the occasional eye.
Needless to say when they finally decided to make themselves known to the couple under the whalebone remains of a ship that should have been wrecked by the sea, they were more monstrous than anything their worst dreams could have come up with.
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