*Jimbuna lying on his bunk recovering from his recent experience*
'How in Gods name do I tell my shipmates what I've seen'?
'Who'd believe me'?
'They'd lock me up for sure thinking I'd gone mad'
He placed the carving knife and cleaver under his mattress then checked he still had the wooden stake and lucky talisman on his person...they were both still there.
'I could do with that schnapps right now' he thought to himself.
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Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.
Oh my God, not again!!
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