Andrew Ian Dodge continues the saga of The Mime...
As the boat stopped Maurice tried to access his options. He expected to hear splashing soon as the others were tossed overboard. There was no splashing only muffled screaming. The mime was not sure what he heard but he knew he felt something wrap around his body. Something that felt cold, smelled fishy and was quite strong. He felt himself rise into the air and the muscles in the tentacle tensed around him. Maurice tried to wriggle his way out its grasp and tentacle gripped harder. The mime's breathing became increasingly hard he barely had enough to scream. He tried...
