I peeked left and right down the corridor before emerging
and crept through the lower decks. No crew in sight. When I finally found one,
he was hurrying to the lowest interior of the massive vessel.
“Where is everyone?”
“At Red Feast.”
“What?”
He continued walking; I followed.
His hurried steps led me to a feast hall. The crew sat at
a long table and gorged themselves on unknown flesh. They passed around a plate
with ten sausages, each a few inches in length. Every sailor selected one and began
chewing it nosily. Their mastication sounded monstrously in my ear.
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