Phantomarine will be on holiday break until January 5, so I can rest and get a bit more buffer on board.
Have a good end to 2025, I will see you all in the new year!
Cals hand hovers over the ghost snail in his other hand. Suddenly, Irving's glove reaches in, grabbing the snail.
Irving: Sorry, Cal!
As Cal looks on horror, Irving throws the snail away from the group.
Irving: EVERYONE JUST RUN!
The giant creature regards the arc of the flying snail, then reaches forward with its neck - its four raven beaks converge like the petals of a flower, snapping it up.
Back on the docks, the crew runs away screaming. Irving looks terribly guilty.