The coral flows over your legs the moment you crest the rail and drags you towards the water. You smash your way free, but the d____d thing is still forcing its way upward. You can fight this menace off, but at what cost to your crew?
A rope around your waist and a hammer in each hand, you beat the coral as if you wanted to convert it into horseshoes. The uncanny growth cannot match your violence, and soon your ship is free of its unwanted passenger. The crew cheer and sing […]
