"Deep ones? Immortality?" Charles looked at his companion with an utterly unfamiliar expression, unable to accept this transformation.
Not only was his companion the one who had led the Narwhal astray, but he was also no longer human.
Needle-sharp fangs burst from Deep's mouth, pushing out his original teeth. Blood-streaked white molars scattered across the deck like kernels of corn.
Deep pulled off his gloves, revealing hands webbed with flesh and covered in scales. His appearance was becoming more and more like the surrounding monsters.
"Captain, come here! Look over here!" Standing at the rail, Deep waved his hand exuberantly, his voice filled with joy.
By now, the surrounding Deep Ones had already climbed onto the rail. They stood silently, like grotesque green statues, as a nauseating stench of fish filled the air.
Seeing the path the Deep Ones had cleared ahead, Charles took a deep breath and walked to Deep's side.
