Alien Below Deck

There's something in the cargo hold. It's colder than the sea. We swore we

left with twelve good men but counting shows just three. Alien below deck.

Rattling the beams. Alien below deck. Clawing through our dreams. Batten down the

hatches. Pray the wood don't crack. For the thing below deck

ain't never going back. The cook says he heard breathing. The bosun swears

it screamed. Its slime runs down the waterline. It drips into our dreams.

Alien below deck. Rattling the beams. Alien below deck. Clawing through our dreams.

Batten down the hatches. Pray the wood don't crack. For the thing