Putrid Pirates
The surrounding seas turn a ghastly gill green. From the depths rises a bloated buzzing behemoth. Pulsing pustules paint the prow, wicked warped wood wet with pus. The sales ripped and seeping like open sores, truly a horror from below.
The crew pull themselves from the wood screaming all the while, the sea salt burns at the skin. Muscle, skin and bone tear away in long stinking strips. Gouts of vomit, piss, blood and puss erupt from the cursed crew drenching the hull with a fresh coat of unclean. White fish white blind eyes they stumble forward, a collection of oozing opens wounds. Knots of guts hang from open wounds, tongues blue and bloated stick out.
The flies are thick amongst them. Maggots, crabs, octopuses and other aquatic life slowly slink from meat holes made from the crew. They all slowly shamble to a halt and pry rusted weapons from the deck. Raising engorged half skeletal arms they give a sickly wet cough roar and charge.
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