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Day 1,757

It wore the ship like a hermit crab wears sea shells, concealing its many mouths and the countless bones it used to reinforce the fiberglass exterior. From a distanced it looked just like another yacht, though the person behind the wheel never answered their radio and there were no other passengers in sight though the ship was big enough to carry a good hundred or so.

Most assumed it was stolen or on its way to pick up tourists. Either way any reports were left to collect dust while the harbours nearby tried to subtly herd it away from civilisation before it started to properly hunt. That's when the real problems start and ships just vanish in the night.

It doesn't leave anything behind. Most of it gets eaten and anything too inedible is used to thicken the yacht and further preserve its camouflage. It remembered a time before ships, when it was small enough to hide inside coconuts and ate whatever small fish and crabs it could catch.

Now it prefers to hunt for whales but they've been hard to come by in recent centuries. Ships, however, are in abundance and richly stocked with little meat parcels and interesting things to crunch down upon - truly a sensory experience.

Stll, it knows these aren't enough to sustain it.

It hopes that they will keep it going until the whales come back.

It doesn't want to die.

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