"Captain… the… drawing… is… alive…"0

Bandages' words sent a tingle down Charles' spine. Almost instinctively. he crumpled the paper in his hand and hurled it out of the porthole.0

Crack!0

The porthole's glass broke under the impact of Charles' throw; the crumpled paper and the broken shards flew away, but Charles caught a fleeting glimpse of a writhing black tentacle from the crumpled mass.0

"Guys, quick! We have to leave this place! Now!" Charles yelled.0

With a low bellow of her horn, the Narwhale swiftly moved away.0

Tobba leaned his head out of the round porthole and lamented, "Why did you throw it away? It was just about to crawl out. You are so mean to have interrupted it." 0

There was a hint of pity in his eye...0