the shipwreck

an obscene odour of wet dead animals. a wan seafarer in search of the gigantic black jelly butterflies. a single glipmse at their features enough to make human eyes bleed. utter malice. lewdness coming off them as invisible as the stench that floods their maggot infested lair yet as tangible as their unspeakable deeds. The shipwreck souls are not human.