On board

The last of the skum drops to the floor, and the monster's tentacle withdraws from the port. Apart from the moans of the few that are dying (and the one still trapped in kelp), the ship is silent.

Willem

One of the massive creatures grabs you, enveloping you in its tentacles and drawing you towards it, to look right into its glowing red eyes. You hear a strange voice, dark and ancient, in your head. Ssssubmit, little one. Ssssubmit or die.