I can scarcely begin to imagine the sheer horror that I faced that Late August night. What man was not meant to know, and what we do know, are two very Separate things, and yet I feel I am going Mad.
Every fiber of my being wants to scream and my head is pounding. The sheer horror of what I saw defies description. The thing on the docks was not human, Just a pulsating, queasy mass of flesh. It lacked a head, or so I thought, as it's Maw held thousands of tiny pick like appendages that I assumed were it's feelers or nerves and where the spine would be, there was but a brittle Lever like bone, barely strong enough to hold an anchor. It screamed with pain each time it moved. But I beg you to listen for I am not mad, for the screams were...human! As I was alone, no one saw the hellish beast, for it slid into the ocean before I could react. No trace could be found, and I was declared criminally insane. They say a man once beheld the creature in England and it seems that history is repeating. The man's name was Charles Ward. Not much is known about him except for the fact that he preferred quiet study over the boisterous and jovial extracurricular activities of his contemporaries. This did not amuse him, for he studied day in and day out, achieving excellent grades in all manner of class. But when asked of his Parentage, Charles would remain sullen, not a word would be spoken. It's true that Harvard held the very best but Charles desired to top even that. Years of ceaseless, restless study saw him researching everything he could
even unto the occult, that which was forbidden. It was here that he came across a term long thought dead: R'lyeh. He searched everywhere for news of his parents but came away empty, bereft of the last loose end that he needed for closure. But chance came, during a trip to Innsmouth that he glimpsed his true Father.
I do not need to remind you of what I saw, for it fits no known description of any animal. But the young man was never heard from again. The popular idea being that he was consumed by his own greed for knowledge and bought forth into the world a hellish creature. But I can say without a doubt, that this is not true. My ancestry cannot be traced for I am not Human. Amidst the dark delves of Innsmouth, I glimpsed the form of my father, though to say it was not human is being charitable. As it was, it came not as a shock but as a relief to know that I Was, am and will always be a Deep one. Whatever discomfort that may bring, I do not see it, for the Sea is my first and last home. I only wish that my studies had concluded earlier. I reject the Order and cannot comprehend my father's madness.
As such, I identify with Humanity and do not wish it to be destroyed. to that end, I have allied with the Yith and the Humans. My father's wrath will not stop my ambitions.
