Rumors of the Beast

The old Northman was clearly mad. Pale as a Withered, I was stunned he could utter anything other than crazed curses. I saw no evidence of the gifted shipwright he had once been. All I could see was a haunted corpse. He gibbered about a monster that lurks in the heart of the storm. “Kraken” he called it, a beast like the biblical Leviathan. After uttering its name, he seized me with an iron grip, pleading with me as if his soul depended on it. “Do not attempt to leave! Do not enter the storm!” I left the poor wretch with a bottle of rum. I hope never to see him again. DP