It reminded me a lot of one of those Trash Crabs. Like the green slime, the ocean smell… you know.
It looked and acted like… a clam. I think. It had these shells that were shut tight.
… Though the Clams I’ve seen before didn’t have arms or legs like this one.
And… they weren't as big as this one.
We decided to wait and see for a bit before attacking, and… its shells would open up.
And in there was some… gurgling, bubbling green liquid that was spilling out of it, and… oh.
Yeah… There were some weird… larva-like things in there, and…
(There is a mark on the page. Something wet dripped here and dried.)
→ Huh? What’s this here? Where’d the lad go without finishing the log? (Heathcliff)
→ If by ‘lad’ you refer to Sinclair, I witnessed him leaving hurriedly to the deck. I could tell from his pale countenance that he was, like myself, suffering from seasickness… (Yi Sang)
→ Augh, bloody hell! That’s disgusting! (Heathcliff)
→ A closer observation of the residue reveals that it is perspiration, not vomit. Do not worry; this will not have a negative effect on the cleanliness of the records. (Faust)
→ Fau… I didn’t need to hear that either… (Rodion)