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We\u2019re starting our trip with a long ferry ride. I\u2019ve never been on anything bigger than my uncle\u2019s pontoon boat, floating on the reservoir, drowning worms. I\u2019m regretting every disaster show I\u2019ve ever seen, wondering what stupid mistake somebody made is going to send me to a watery grave. At least the weather has been good so far. Little windy. Hope the waves aren\u2019t too bad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh\u2026 It’s time to load up. Mischa already hung over. Hopefully he doesn\u2019t spend the entire trip drunk. Quinn\u2019s\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later\u2026 sorry, had to pull the car onto the ferry. We left it parked and came up on deck. Guess some people walked on. We should’ve done that but getting to the trailhead can be tricky, we were told. We\u2019ll still have to catch a bus and hike back from the other end of the trail, though, so whatever. If Liam doesn\u2019t mind parking his car for almost a month, what do I care. Just hope it\u2019s still there when we get back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gonna grab some coffee. Wind is picking up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later\u2026 Coffee wasn\u2019t a great choice. Writing maybe isn\u2019t, either. Stomach isn\u2019t liking these waves. Mischa\u2019s puked twice, but he looked a little green in the car. Maybe if I get some fresh air. It\u2019s so noisy in here between the mechanical noise and all the people. At least that won\u2019t be a problem starting tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Night\u2026 So\u2026 that was weird. I\u2026 I\u2019m pretty sure it was real, but Mischa swears I was seeing things. I think he wasn\u2019t seeing things. I went out on the deck because I was feeling seasick, but the weather got worse so I went back into the observation decks where Quinn and Liam were talking with a couple our age that are doing the trail, too, but meeting up with another couple in a few days, so they\u2019ll be behind us. Seem like decent people. Maybe we\u2019ll see them. Yeah, anyway\u2026 I asked where Mish was. Quinn said he was sick and went back to the car to try to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went down to the car to check on him, not feeling so hot myself. Maybe closing my eyes for a bit would help, though the lower I went in the decks, the worse I felt. I was pretty unsteady by the time I found the car, holding onto the vehicles on either side as I swayed. I hit the truck beside where we were parked and hesitated for a moment to get my balance. I saw two people in the back seat of the car. One was Mish, the other\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Okay, so I wasn\u2019t feeling good and the boat was moving a lot, but I saw what I saw. At first, I thought they were making out. I mean, it\u2019s Mish. If anyone can go from hungover to horny in the blink of an eye, it\u2019s him. So there I am, standing in the bottom of this boat, just wanting to sit down and shut my eyes and my buddy\u2019s busy getting some. I was annoyed, but I\u2019m not sure what to do. I could turn around head back up, or I could give Mish a few minutes and he\u2019d be done. So, I wasn\u2019t perving, but I didn\u2019t want to go all the way back up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, as I was making up my mind, I saw something weird. Like\u2026 weird. There were too many arms. And not like a threesome situation. I swear, one arm smacked into the back window and\u2026 shit, I feel like I\u2019m crazy writing this, but I saw it. Suckers. A bunch of round suckers writhed across the back window. I don\u2019t care what Mish says. I checked the car, there\u2019s still some round marks if you breathe on it to fog it up. They were definitely fogging things up, but I saw it. Them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tentacles. Okay, yeah, crazy, right? But I saw it!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mish says I\u2019m crazy. I mean, he\u2019d know if there were tentacles, wouldn\u2019t he? How could he miss them? They were flailing all over the back of the car, pushing against the window. Hell, on his face\u2026 he\u2019s got this hickey showing at the edge of his beard! He\u2019s saying it\u2019s a bug bite. But it wasn\u2019t there this morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I ran to the car and jerked the car door open. He had one in his mouth, others were around him. I\u2019m pretty sure there was one\u2026 um\u2026 yeah, elsewhere. And all Mish did when I yelled as pull his\u2026 its?… head down and swear at me to get the fuck out of there. I started to protest, but they were gone. The tentacles. This guy turned and looked at me with a blush on his face, then pushed me away and pulled the door out of my hand. He looked normal. But I swear he didn\u2019t when I opened the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I heard Mish apologizing for me and the guy murmured something before the car started rocking again. I stood there until Mischa gave me the bird through the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went back up on deck after that trying to clear my head. Trying to understand what I saw. It was real. I didn\u2019t imagine it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When we pulled off the ferry, it was that guy waving us off. Quinn was driving. Mish reached over the backseat and honked the horn as we rolled forward. He waved and smiled at me. I watched him the entire time. As he passed, a little tentacle pushed out from under his coat and waved at me before slinking back out of view. Nobody else saw. He turned and winked at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Neither Quinn or Liam believe me. Mischa\u2019s just being a smug bastard like he usually is after a hookup. He said the guy offered him a popsicle to suck on to help with the seasickness and Mish was just showing his gratitude when I so rudely interrupted. He thinks I\u2019m jealous. Ha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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