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Captain Incarnate is sending up a lot of froth as she crosses the harbour, swimming towards the vessel 'Mad Matron', far behind her there are quite a number of bodies of livestock and people directed purposefully or accidentally into the water next to the docks. Not weighed down by anything so useful as a big creature-smacking weapon, she's quite unencumbered. She's not as fast as a torpedo but her drive is as focused as one.
The ship she's approaching has something bashing a blunt head against the fallen canvas from a damaged mast. It pokes in fitful movements, a deep basso note rolls up from its big gut, low enough to make eardrums feel odd for anyone aboard.

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