At last, the Black Tide stopped rocking, floating still in the water. One by one, the chipmunks that remained began clamoring out of the holes created by their arrival. Tentacles began to retract, one by one until they were all gone and the bowels of the Tide were quiet. Penk and Greene’s retreat calmed the ship while Mica and Percy worked tirelessly to plug the holes in the hull and keep the boat from sinking all together.

Nameless shuffled through the rubble, repairing what they could, righting tables and chairs, scooping up the battered and bludgeoned corpses of the chipmunks and shoving them into garbage disposals.

Outside, the Black Tide rode the waves gently. Then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

When it reappeared, the sun was shining.

Multiple tentacles rise from the sea like cobras to a charmer, surrounding the Black Tide on all sides. The top deck is suicide.

WHAM. WHAM!

Each slaps into the hull with denting blows, again and again, until the monster decides to grip the ship with its whole self. A tentacle lashes and settles on the deck, calmed by -- a man? How did he get there? He pats the appendage for its services, and gives it a quick smooch. The tentacle rises and falls again as he steps away, slamming down onto the deck hard enough to crack into the flooring with the sheer power of its blunt force. Rain pours in, and the cacophony of the storm pollutes Deck 02. The hull screeches and vibrates with every hit, jostling the entire vessel as the monster slips inside each and every puncture it is able to make.

BOOM!

Elsewhere, an explosion is set off - Rowe’s cannons are now rendered out of order, a catastrophic chain reaction set off between them like a match thrown between fireworks. Rowe’s crew had better have a quick fix for this! The Black Tide needs a defense!

I wonder if any more explosions will go off?

BOOM!!!

Passengers are now free to leave the Pourhouse, now that a massive hole has been blown into the side of it. What are you waiting for? The best defense is a good offense, and the Black Tide needs defending. More chipmunks scamper in through the hole. Prepare yourself!

The man above deck seems unphased. His attention turns to the windows of the ship, and he steps over the tattered fake turf of the golf course from the prow with the intent of gaining entry. Talons the size of his arm unhook from the deck before him, every suction cup making a squelching 'pop' as it pulled away. He parts the monster's grip on the hull like the red sea - and each tentacle in turn comes down again behind him to do more damage, sink in harder, constrict tighter.

Behind dark sunglasses, he's got his eye on a prize, and he doesn't look terribly pleased.

As the party carries on, the storm outside has worked into a frenzy. The wind howls and bellows and the water at lasts breaches the top deck. Beneath the waves, the shadows move, converging upon one single point and suddenly...

BAM!

The Black Tide shudders at the impact, water spilling through the cracks made in its hull. A leathery appendage pushes against the damage, seeking entry before it is finally swatted away in favor of something a little more dramatic.

Another BOOM rocks the boat and finally its hull is breached. The tentacle slithers in and begins to crush whatever it can wrap itself around.

As passengers right themselves, and food is quickly cleaned from the floor and walls, Rowe turns to Iseul and Mica, her face red and eyes wild, pointing sharply at the door. "Well? What are you waiting for, you bastards? FIX THIS!"

When they are gone, Rowe snatches up her goblet and drains it dry until the very last drop. When she sets it down, the chipmunks attack.

((The chipmunks are enormous! As they swarm into the Pourhouse, passengers will be scooped up and packed into their cheeks or stuffed into their fannypacks! Have fun with that. IMPORTANT MOD EDIT!!! We totally forgot to mention that any passenger successfully nabbed and taken away by a chipmunk will be automatically dropped. Where are they going? Nobody knows! If you would like to drop your character, here's your chance!))

At midnight, a message plays for every passenger aboard the Black Tide.

Join us on deck nine for our spooktacular celebration!

As our intrepid party-goers step out of their cabins, they're greeted with a ghoulish sight. It is dark, electricity giving way to the use of half melted candles and flames that flicker in a chilled breeze. Behind them, their doors have been fashioned in the shape of a tombstone with their names carved viciously into the wood. The walls have been decorated with cotton-y webs, though real spiders skitter across the threads. Blood oozes and drips from the ceiling, though it is careful and never lands on a passenger. And somewhere in the distance, a wolf howls.

The stairs creak, the elevator shudders, and outside, the storm continues to rage.

Nameless man the doors of the Pourhouse Bar and Grille, bowing to the guests as they begin to arrive.

They open the doors for them all. The Pourhouse is vibrant, compared to the rest of the ship.

Their host, Victoria Rowe, is of course at the fore of the party, lounging lazily in a lush, over-sized chair, its back impossibly tall and her leg draped over the arm of it. She eats greedily from a gilded bowl, and laughs at something a crewman whispers in her ear. When she sees the guests arrive, she stands with her arms spread wide and a grin like a shark's.

"Welcome!" She says and gestures grandly to the spread. Food of all sorts have been set at the tables. "Eat, drink, and be merry! For tonight we celebrate!"

((For one hour, Passengers are given the opportunity to arrive willingly. After that, they will find themselves there, in whatever state of dress they were in at the time. The exits are locked for those inside the bar.))