the last thing you saw was the ship sinking as you drifed out on whatever plank you scrambled to grab; the next, all you could see was pitch black darkness. are you dead? is this hell? you think to yourself as you drift for hours seemingly at the bottom of the sea. you can breathe. not knowing which ways up or down. until, something long and thread like wraps you up its feeler like strands, your third sight of the day is the dark pupils of the ghostly deep sea humanoid blinking down at you