The Sea of Shadows
Excerpts from the log book of HMS Mordgard
Below are some excerpts from the log book found in the wreck of HMS Mordgard.
Year 23 on the Sea, 30th of April
One of our sailors, miss Norwick, has died. To be precise, something slew her weeks ago, replacing her. We found a skinned body, with organs missing some time ago, but nobody was missing. Today, the thing that had been inside her, left, leaving her skin behind. Either that or it is now wearing someone elses body.
We mourned her, and gave what remained of her a proper burial on an island in the northeast. I do not know this place’s name, but there are some rather strange Natives that live here. May they guard her grave well.
Year 25 on the Sea, 5th of June
I think I saw some sort of mermaidlike Native witch steal a dog from Admiral Tremare. Why?
Year 27 on the Sea, 12th of March
I need to find the bastard who keeps painting triangles in my door. Getting annoying. Told Richard to look into it.
Year 27 on the Sea, 13th of March
I can hear the pistons of the machines, the grinding of its gears, I can smell the smoke from its furnaces as it makes nothing out of something. His masterpiece.’
Year 27 on the Sea, 14th of March
Written in shaky letters
I did not write yesterday’s note. Nobody even opened the book yesterday.
Year 27 on the Sea, 26th of March
We caught the painter. I do not know what happened after that, except that the painter is dead, and three good people are lost forever. Even their very names have disappeared from our books. Their memories, gone. In their place, just a sense of absence and loss.
Year 28 on the Sea, 32nd of November
Interesting man, Captain Amos. He seems to have somewhat bought into the spiritualism of the Natives, and has an interesting theory about a man’s Mind, Body and Soul, and how they are both separate and equal. A whole lot of bollocks if you ask me, but HMS
-————’s Captain seems to believe it. There is something a bit frightening about that man, if I am completely honest.
Year 29 on the Sea, unclear date
Entry has a note attached to it, stating that “This did not happen officially”
Lost a lot of good men today, something that shouldn’t exist attacked us. Bloody thing butchered fine, honest poetry. Still, I have to admit he did have a sense of honor – once I bested him in a duel, he ordered his men to retreat. Even gave us his illgotten gains. What a strange shark. I mean, pirate. Sharkmen don’t exist, as our observer keeps reminding us.
Year ?? on the Sea, th of ?
We saw ourselves. And we came back to London months before we left. There is a house on the hill.
This sea is strange and dark, and we are fools to think we might ever understand it, let alone master it.
the date has been scratched out
I can’t believe it. Here, on this oasis in darkness, we found him. Captain Benton of HMS Hotspur. He is alive.
Year 30? on the Sea, 8th of October, final entry
… It won’t be long now. The men are doing their best to flee the beast, and I wish them the best. I will be going down with the ship. I only pray that my sacrifice will quell its wrath – that the thing returns to the darkness from whence it came.
I hear nothing. I see only darkness.The end is close.