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Day 1,731

Something was nudging the ship, the same something that nobody could see though the water was crystal clear and something that had knocked the rudder to pieces already. Ours was a vessel too big to steer by hand and there wasn't so much as the faintest hint of a breeze on our sails.

We were at the mercy of a creature the likes of which had never been seen before... and wasn't being seen now but we sure as hell felt when it bit into the bow and began to drag us towards the cave-strewn cliffs on Larlow Island.

The water must have been a lot deeper than it looked as the ship was pulled through a labyrinth of stalactites that almost seemed to glow in the low light. We were jolted against the rocky walls every now-and-then which caused the creature to lose its grip, teeth tearing great gauges into the bow before it clamped down again and carried on.

We passed by so many twists, turns and interconnected caves that we came to realise we'd never be able to find our own way out and even if we tried we could be caught by the creature, drown when the tides came in or worse. Staying put and waiting to see what the end was seemed like our best option.

When the creature finally let go and slipped away, leaving a disturbingly large wake behind it, we were hopelessly lost and surrounded by near pitch black on all sides. There was a sliver of light coming from the creature's direction, barely showing a ladder leading up to the ceiling and hopefully beyond.

All we had to do was push the boat towards it and pray that we'd keep our hands in the process.

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