Sea Rat

A spraying brine, sea breeze the taste of salt creaking wood we sail. A map a treasure. She-of-the-quick-knives she studies searches yearns looks it is missing. A treasure a shipwreck a rumor glory riches riches glory THEY SHALL KNOW MY NAME. It is missing it is missing WHERE IS IT a bear does not fit nicely on a boat.

The shipyard captain old, leather brine sweat he smells of years of toil. I hunger I must feast the-quick-hands stays my spear I shall not wait forever. Respect no deceit no haggling, honesty from a tradesman do they know of her quickness. New, new. Joining an Orchid an ancient blue like a willow she is gems crystal arms chest shoulders she is blue they are blue glint fire in her hands ice in her hands fire in her eyes she is ancient.

A sea rat, I AM NO MERE LONE RAT a bear, she-of-the-quick-eyes she-of-the-ice-and-fire a ship A BEAR DOES NOT FIT NICELY ON A BOAT he is Hunger he must feast.

An island. A mirage? It is real is it solid they come from the depths to greet us HOW LONG HAVE THEY FOLLOWED we flee to the beach they are everywhere. Spiders mushrooms crabs terrors she-of-the-glistening-chest calls them lurkers I can feel their hunger I MUST FEAST HUNGER WILL NOT BE STAYED our fangs taste cursed crab blood we shall feast.

The ship is real, sunken sinking sink sunk a ship a wisp is it beyond WHY DO I HEAR SINGING wisps in the air. A cave a passage to the rumor Hunger charges his bloodlust can not be stayed she-of-knives she-of-fire charging questing focus I am hunger I must feast a buffet of crabs I feast of the sand. 

Hunger’s eyes I see my eyes I am his mind I and am his command I AM IMPETUS. The ship tattered wood tattered memories sinking in the cave it is dark Hunger sees a rumor a treasure a hope IT IS HERE. Searching searching searching something stirs the ship should not move the ship sings and sinks and drowns it should not move WHY DO I HEAR SINGING the spirits are stirred they will not rest not concede no no treasure is theirs wisps and knives and dark they will fight.

Bear Knives Crystals tearing searching stabbing at wisps sprinting falling rotten timberinthefoam the tide is coming the spirits are coming the knives are coming death death death. A grave in the water always has room for more WE MUST FLEE it is found we must flee knives in the dark knives in the water sprinting through surf our boat row row spirits in water row row THEY ARE SINGING we must flee.

A spraying brine, sea breeze the taste of salt creaking wood we sail. A treasure a compass a darkness it commands all must follow a shimmer of naught dark dark all must abide its will a treasure clinging to crystal bosom she-of-ice-and-fire commands the compass of dark we have our treasure. A feast a treasure a feast of crab slaughter and plunder Hunger of the Vermling Hunger of the void all shall know my name. They shall know my name THEY SHALL KNOW MY NAME I have feasted on the crab of the deep I AM IMPETUS.