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From the dry dock, you look down to see the piece of wood floating on the wake of the sea. Its golden-brown and with jagged edges. Wondering where such a piece came from, you lean in to inspect it closer.

Suddenly a tentacle from below latches itself onto your face while another swings around your neck. Eyes darting everywhere, you are unnoticed as the tentacles begin retracting and you fall into the icy waters.

The blackfisk has you under the waves, fight all you want, there's no hope. And the decoy above will continue to find new prey above.

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