Oh, That Monster
The crew looked on and pulled at their hair. That poor boy, Binny, the lantern-keeper, was being devoured by thirteen-hundred hungry, slow-acting tentacles.
“Ohhhhhh,” cried Binny, “it stings something terrible!”
Janson turned away, balling up his fists. “Can’t we do something about it?!? We’re standing around holding our yin-yangs and pulling out our hair!”
“It won’t be long now,” said the old soothesayer.
“You and your damn predictions!” said Janson, lifting the old man by the collar and pressing him high up against the aft cabin. “What good have they done us, eh? And now poor Binny’s got the brunt of it!”
