“They say foul beings of Old Times still lurk In dark forgotten corners of the world, And Gates still gape to loose, on certain nights, Shapes pent in Hell."
After the disappearance of the famed Miskatonic researcher Charlie Watkins in nearby Chapel Hill, his daughter made several inquiries and uncovered a swathe of tall stories surrounding Charlie.
One particular far-fetched tale involved a sailor off of the North Carolina Outer Banks recounting how Charlie had once chartered his boat to investigate a strange pod of dolphins circling the same remote island. He described the dolphins as “erratic, caffeinated” as though they had drunk too much coffee with no sense in their movements, although it was centered on this island. The sailor, a crusty old chap from Ocracoke, described how a small, dark form had risen as they approached, scattering the dolphins, squealing and vainly trying to attack the boat with its small tentacles. It was quite pathetic a sight by all accounts, and Charlie quickly lopped off the tentacles with a machete.
He gathered the tentacle pieces together, placed into a large ship coffee cup, mumbling about “..the tentacles of this young Starborn buck will yield up its secret…must search through, one at a time…”
