“The captain may be sick, but that doesn’t mean we can’t continue studying as normal.” The second-in-charge scientist addressed worried biologists. “We are safe, and stocked up. Nothing will harm this lab.” He silenced questions. “He was drunk. You know how the captain is.” Laughter and agreement followed. Being drunk was a better excuse than outside influence. It wasn’t like anglerfish could put a man in a trance. The water damage caused alarm, but not an emergency. You weren’t there to witness the captain’s fit, but heard whispers of his eyes rolling back, his movements controlled. The captain wasn’t controlled when drunk. Now, he’s confined to his quarters. “Let’s get back to work. And no alcohol!” Your coworkers dispersed. Your office was quiet. Time wasn’t existent so deep underwater. Sounds echoed. To your right was a large window showing the deep ocean. Animals bumped against the glass. Light attracted many things. Something shadowy followed you, close enough to see, but not to identify. When you entered your lab, it was there, its body following your gaze. “It’s rude to not make eye contact,” it spoke, clearly audible despite the glass and steel.