A burly sailor sits at a bench holding a well worn notebook “You know every half educated quack telss ya that keeping a journal helps deal with the stresses of life as you keep it recorded.” He hacks and spits out the porthole next to him onto whatever remains of the deck above the water. “Don’t do ya much o good taking time to write down your worries when they may be the death of yer”… the oddly calm crewmate sitting across from him replies “it also would help if ya stopped SHOOTING THE OCTOPI WITH A 12 GAUGE!”… gruff man “yer right when yer right, but what if the next one is a cthulu?” Crewmate creases his eyebrows as he holds his hand to his face “for the last time Mcdoogal that doesn’t happen twice… yah already got the weirdo before”… Mcdoogal:…. “Oh… can I still shoot the sharks in case of them being a leviathan Jeffery?” Jeffery:……………..”yeah sure, just stop aiming at the boat”…
