"Captain… that… drawing… came… alive…"
The words from Bandages made Charles's scalp tingle. Almost instinctively, he crumpled the drawing in his hand into a ball and hurled it toward the nearby porthole.
CRACK. The porthole glass shattered from Char's bullet. The crumpled paper shot out the window along with the shards.
In the instant the paper ball flew out, Charles even saw a writhing black tentacle already snaking out of it.
"Guys, quick! Get out of here!" Charles shouted.
With a low hum, the Narwhal quickly pulled away from its position.
"Why'd you throw it out? It was just about to emerge! How could you interrupt it like that?" Tuba said, leaning against the round porthole with a regretful look on his face.
Bandages stood up and pulled him back, preventing him from looking any longer.
Charles's face clouded over, unable to comprehend what had just happened. That was just something I doodled in under a minute. How could it move?
