Captain Moreau had the yacht tied to their stern. That night, crewman Luis claimed he heard something moving on the empty yacht. Like footsteps. Then, something heavier. A dragging sound across the deck. A splash.
He looked out. The yacht was still there. But water was spreading across their deck now. Wet prints. Not footprints, wider. Like flippers. As if something climbed aboard.
He ran. Locked himself in the engine room. Didn’t sleep.