The creature lowers its enormous face down in front of them, peering at them on the dock's edge. Its 'eyes' are made of thousands of white blobs, as are the rest of its purple 'skin.' The crew backs away, but does not run.

Irving: Nah, we should hug it. Of COURSE we should run.

Looking more closely, they see thousands of screaming seaghosts, all melted together to form its body.

Pavel: It's... all seaghosts...? ...All stuck together.

Phaedra looks up in horror.

Phaedra: This is worse than the Red Tide...

Lani and Pavel are frozen.

Phaedra: What do we do? WHAT DO WE DO?!

Cal protects the snail with his other hand. Irving glances over with a pained expression.