The whale is a cunning and vicious beast," the old man in the long coat said, leaning in close enough for me to smell his sour, beery breath. He was unshaven and red-eyed. "I've tracked it across the waves for years, and now, at long last, I've run it down. Here. Tonight."
I glanced around the dimly-lit bar. "We're in Kansas," I said. "Land-locked."
"You see why it was so difficult to find!" The captain leered, then froze. "Thar! Thar she blows!"
Beneath our feet, the wooden planks of the floor bent, bowed, and - one by one - began to snap...
Uurrgghh 2 : The Uurrgghh Continues
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