Seafarers tell of a monster that makes the ocean its home. It is big, it is angry, it is territorial, and most of all, it makes itself hidden until ships find themselves in its fatal grasp. Survivors of this monster’s wrath are far too traumatized to give coherent information, but one thing is certain: It likes to shroud its presence behind a storm.
[The rest is too faded to read]
To secure the hunt of this oceanic terror, first we need to secure passage. What better place to find a boat than Loshlo Harbor?
Loshlo Harbor seemed...off today. The sea was calm, the people were bustling and active, and everything seemed normal, even with the presence of light grey clouds in the sky. It seemed like the perfect day for sailing, but something just felt weird. Even Selig could feel it crawling in his skin as he looked around the place. Sure, everything was more than ordinary as ordinary could be, including the awkward stares of the people around him. They definitely weren't reviling in his presence as they used to, probably because of that weird cloak he received from that...anomaly...back in the desert.
But that wasn't the weird part. The disconcerting part of the day was coming directly from the ocean. He had come to the ocean time and time before to hunt monsters and even people who had bounties and were trying to use the sea to escape. But the oddness coming from the ocean this time felt...foreign. Maybe he was just unnerved? Couldn't be. He didn't know what to expect out there in the ocean, but he imagined there wasn't anything from previous times that he couldn't face, hunt, and possibly kill out there in the waves. It was just the ocean. He could adapt to the ocean. What more was there to even do here other than hunt?
Well, secure a boat, for one. He was sunk if he couldn't do that.
"Selig? Is that you?"
Selig turned to see an amber-haired woman with a trident at her back staring up at him. He recognized her easily. "Marigold?"
Indeed, this was Marigold Banebright, a member of the Coast Guard. In the past, she was called on whenever Selig had been spotted at a port or a beach and been reported to the authorities. Often times she had been called on to deal with him, but she quickly realized he wasn't a threat and developed a rapport with him. They became pretty decent acquaintances...though definitely not true friends. "Hey, it is you!" She shot him a wide-beaming grin, walked up to him, and pat him on his lower back. "Hey, is that a new cloak? Looks good! Anyway, how's it going?"
Selig smiled and returned the courtesy greeting. "Good. You?"
"Pretty good, pretty good! What brings you to Loshlo Harbor?"
"Well, that much seems obvious. Anything in particular?" She really didn't care all that much, just as long as he stayed out of trouble. Selig handed her a poster with some specific information. She read it and her brow furrowed. "Where did you get this?"
"Found it. Harbor further north."
"This is...an old rumor. Very old." She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing really came of an investigation out there, but you're free to look around the seas to see if you spark something fresh, if you wish."
"Well, I need...a boat."
"Don't we all?" Marigold smiled back at him and handed him back his poster. "I'd love to assist you, but I'm on my way to interrogate captured pirates. But hey, any other time I'll get you out to sea. Maybe we'll make a Coast Guard out of you yet!"
"Don't get yourself killed."
"Same to you, big guy. See you later." They bumped fists, and Marigold went off on her way.
And now Selig was standing there in the harbor, still boat-less. Time to ask around, he thought. Hopefully he'd find a ship, navy, or pirate captain crazy enough to take him out to sea.