“Hoist anchor! Ahead full!” Shouted the captain. The
commands were relayed through the ship, echoing about the metal hull.
The sooty men in the engine room shoveled frantically,
making the boiler roar. The men on the windlass struggled to raise the anchor.
“Push!” shouted Gregor, his great black beard sticking
out in all directions, as if by static electricity. Simultaneously, he bent his
back anew. Slowly, the anchor began rising and the ship advanced.
“Look!” someone shouted. Several crewmen followed the
line of his finger to the anchor chain. There was a great black tentacle
wrapped around the rusty links.
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