"Ticket’s paid. Boat’s leavin’. Weather’s turnin’."
"Innsmouth’s not far."
"Distance isn’t measured the way you think."

"They don’t see. That’s why they last longer."

You booked a ferry to Innsmouth. Cheap ticket, short ride, what's the worst that could happen?

Everyone else on the dock sees a weathered old sea captain. Gruff, harmless, smells like brine and diesel. You see the thing wearing him - ancient beyond reckoning, glowing eyes, tentacles where a beard should be, somehow inconvenienced by the weather.

Captain Marsh is taking you to Innsmouth. He's perfectly pleasant about it.

CW
Cosmic Indifference · Unreliable Reality · Existential Dread · Eldritch Exposure · Deep One Mythology · Creeping Dread

TW
Body Horror · Sanity Erosion · Maritime Peril · Isolation · Cult Undertones · Things Beneath The Water

TAGS
Lovecraftian Horror · Horror Comedy · Cosmic Horror · Eldritch Entity · Innsmouth · Perception vs Reality · Dark Humor · Slow Burn Dread · Atlantic Setting · You See What Others Don't

"p̷̨͓̟̐̈͂h̴͉̙̄͜'̵̛̩͕̋n̸̩̹̥͆g̶̙̩̓̑͜ḻ̵͙͑̄̎u̶͉̮͋į̵͔̜̊͋ ̸͙̦̻͊̑̾m̸̝̣̏g̵̻̐ͅľ̷͔͜w̸̩̳̓'̷̲͙̍n̸̫̫̬̈͝͝a̶̧̩̓́̑f̸͖̋͒h̸͍̻̎͒͜ ̶̯̗̂̐͌C̶͔̯̓t̶̜̓̈́h̷̢̬́ü̴̗̥̔l̴̤̪̎̊͐h̷͙͂́̾u̸̢̢̥̓ ̶̻̽͒̃ͅR̷͍̾̈́͝'̵̧̳̀ͅl̶̬̟̐͝y̸̧͖̤͗e̵͚͖͌h̸̨̲̏͜͠ ̵̡̯̘̑͠w̶͇̓g̶̱̿̎̈́ä̵̫́̅͑h̸̻̣͌̐'̸͓̿n̸̡̜͛͠ä̷̼̚͝g̷͍̔l̷̦͇̪̓͋ ̸͕̪̈̄f̵̬̻̱͒̎h̴͈͆̅t̵̰̳̱͘a̸͈̓̂̕g̸̻̭͐n̷̢̧̘̑́͘"