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Deep Thresher
Sloops run on ragged reefs, jutting jaws punch holes in hulls. The behemoth from below, the wave lurker, ship crusher and man mulcher. It ascends to the surface, glassy doll eye cold and alien in complexion. Skin leathery and covered in battle scars, hooks, harpoons snapped and sucker marks. This prehistoric horror has haunted humanity since the discovery of fire.
We created outer gods and aliens in deep space as an easier way to accept they couldn't be in our very waters. Willingly blind to the truth these predators of the deep have preyed on us when we still shuffled around on our knuckles. These denizens of a world so alien and deep we have yet to truly step into it. The masters of the eternal waves.
It lifts the sea with it as it rams the boat, the great bulk shifting and rocking everyone aboard. Those who fall over are blinded by the murky salt water before a set of razor jaws and teeth loom out of the murky water. Ripping men rag doll, tearing chunks of limbs this godless killer is the great equalizer of the sea. It takes great chunks out of the ship, devouring, stabbing, ripping and tearing part by part until she cracks under the assault.
The men fall into the water and are devoured one by one.
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