Chapter 2 Part 3
It was there, as if a reminder of our own mortality. It reared its ugly head at us, and dove back into the sea, the crew unabashedly not noticing him. I realized something, suddenly; the reality I was connected to reconnected to the last. Where we were going was hemmed into my own world. We would find her in our own world. What do I mean? The words I am speaking are simple. This ship, across the great Leviathan's sea, would bring us to where the strange Cindy was. We would be there shortly. The Beast need not bother us. Ben, Cat, and I, and all the others, would be home soon.
We rushed towards port, the ghostly crew continuing to take no notice. All of us scuttled off the ship, stretching our legs in modern Innsmouth. We would be happy to see that this place had not lost their minds, at least of yet. There was no doubting it. The people here had not all been afflicted by his madness, perhaps only us. Ben left our side, continuing to his station house. He called out, "Don't wait for me, George! I have to report in!" I had been abandoned, as per all men's motive to my such. Cat, who smiled, in an insensitive way, continued to follow me. It would be her and I, right into the belly of the Beast. We had no choice but to forge on. This short excursion has seemed to drag on for months. We had sought to change the past, a most impossible of tasks. We were against all of our years, as we were attempting to rescue this almost forgettable musician. The Cartwrights weren't wrong. If she falls into his clutches, he will leave his reality and join our own, and mercilessly rule all. It was up to us to put an end to all of this. Whether I die, or anyone else, is utterly insignificant. What time I have wasted away is behind me now. Like all soldiers, which I was always unwillingly, I must dredge on.
My gun had all but rusted on my waist. I knew against such foe it would be of little use. Cat brought me to the bar, the same one in which I had met her. For the first time in a long while, she spoke, saying, "Take it easy, old man. We will chase ye spirits away..." It was as if she was attempting to make humour in her own Hellenic way. I say down with her, all eyes quickly scanning me, and then Cat, who had a glare, that said it all. They stopped raping me with their eyes, and I knew that I could stay at ease. I had not thought so harshly in so long. I realized the past was just as dangerous for me as the present. Each presented their own challenges. I was an outsider in one, and an alien in both. I cursed the day, and lapped at the bottle that Cat had gifted me. She sneered again, and I drowned my sorrows in the vivid flavour of the malts that kept coming. Obviously, she knew someone here, as she presented no coin for any pence. What was she wanting from me? Did she want me to forget about Cindy? Perhaps all women have cruel intentions, should you only let them exercise them. Like a force of will, I let my inhibitions go, and forgot about the wayward Cindy, at least for now. She's useless if I can't find her. Where is she? Here? There? Now? The past? Bah. Must you torture me, you mind wyrm? Have you penetrated every part of my brain, you who has the unspeakable name? I'll call you water dragon, or Leviathan, to tell the tale of what you really are, a demon. Not a God, not a priest, but a heartless, wicked, demon, discarding good and evil for your own cruel purpose.
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