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Middle Atlantic Ocean

Nearby the Azores Islands

That cursed artifact

Lays in the hold again

Water and food are low

We’ll die of starvation

Maybe the ratts are good

We surely have to try them

I can’t breathe right now

that thing pulls me down

Octopus has me

Panic has begun!

Something blows hard the ship

I hear it from the depth

A scream breaks the silence

Where is Jack Woodleg?

Another scream and then

Someone falls out the ship

Everyone takes the rifle

Then silence lays upon us