Twice this week have I been walking on the deck, at night, to have something fall on my head. The first time I looked upwards towards the mast and sails, trying to find what it was that had hit my head. When this happened I had felt a pressure on my head. And when I did reach up to feel what it is, I find my hands in contact with something slimy. This happened again today.
I was on my midnight stroll when something had fallen on my head, and then latched on with a death grip. I sighed when this happened, knowing I could no more get rid of this one had I gotten rid of the other one. It would just latch onto my back no matter what I tried to do to remove it.
So I relented early with this one. "Alright, alright, you can stay."
Once I said this the grip on my head had lessened, but not let go. But I was used to this, what with the other one being attached since it had found my head. It was good that that one had a companion now.
Of course now it would be doubly difficult trying to hide in the hold from the Captain with two octopi..octopuses? on my head.
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