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Stede had prided himself on creating a workplace that promoted free thought and religion, though he was now having some concerns.
“Buttons, did you mean to do this?” he asked as the towering, scaly monstrosity burst from the sea.
“Aye Captain, I warned ye I’d be ushering Dagon’s return when stars aligned.”
Stede thought back to interviewing Buttons on a wharf that reeked distractingly of fish entrails and urine. Buttons had mentioned something about a deep god’s return; Stede had assumed that meant he was a Methodist.
Buttons flung out his arms in naked ecstasy, and Stede, tutting, followed suit.