Blackwater Islands dark waters

asphyxiated tongue traced the colored gums, dry and salt-encrusted.

they shaped a word, but did not speak it.

spirit...?

nay...there is none. of the message. yet, verily... what is afore thee.

crevices of folded flesh deepened and rearranged; a grin.

swelling... pestilence. lo, when it bursts... cometh locusts. a swarm... to strip thee of thy flesh.

broad paws crept down to the waters, until the rough sand greedily sucked on them.

yellowed grin persisting on a dark face.

then, a spirit shall come... to etch warning... upon thy bones.

the waves swelled.