Dave frowned. 'D'you think...' He stopped, weighing his words slowly. 'D'you think something fishy's going on, here?'
'What makes you say that?' Cuthbert asked. A raw chunk of tentacle peeled back from his cheek and fell on the deck with a plop.
Dave shook his head. 'This just seems a bit... off,' he said, watching as Cuthbert brushed the suckers from his arms. 'Somehow.'
Cuthbert shrugged.
M. J. Magee
Don’t call me Ishmael. It would be wildy inaccurate. I’m a web developer writing my first online-point-and-click-game-cum-choose-your-own-adventure-book. Um, probably the first online-point-and-click-game-cum-choose-your-own-adventure-book. When not writing profiles about myself, I read, build websites, watch Netflix, and sleep. Lots.You may also like
