Day 56.
It's been almost six months since I moved to Bilgewater. The town is a very fierce place, with its infamy stemming from piracy, but with my little home under the pier, no one knows I'm here, and I stay fairly safe. I'm enjoying it, I need to go to the general store soon to catch up on some food stocks, that's all for now. I'll write again in a few days.
Day 60.
It's been a full six months at this point. But that's actually not why I'm writing this entry. Two days ago I noticed a sound… it was faint, but constant. Sounded like it was coming from the ocean. The sound itself sounded familiar, but I can't quite place it. I'll update my journal with more entries as more information reveals itself.
Day 63.
The noise has grown louder, and now being able to interpret it, it sounds like… breathing, but muffled as though someone were breathing through a tube of some kind. It's very steady, never changes. And the weird thing is it never stops. I can sleep fairly well but if I wake up in the night for any reason, I still hear it. I will keep writing new updates as they come.
Day 65.
The noise is quite loud, and it's most definitely coming from the ocean, so I know I'm not going insane. I went back to the village yesterday and heard some hushed rumor of it from the sailors. Also there was a new noise; I noticed it only a few minutes ago. It's a very subtle thump….thump…..thump…..thump. It's really bothersome, but I think I'll manage.
Day 72.
That… THING crawled straight out of the ocean. The noises grew louder and louder until I could barely stand it. Then I saw the sea draw back slightly, as if for a large wave. Then… IT came out. I have no idea what it is. I don't think anyone is. The sailors left yesterday to speak with the institute. We'll receive word. For now I'll just do my best to describe it. The creature was gigantic. It was a hulking mass of what appeared to be iron. Instead of a face there was just… black. Red eyes penetrated it, and he spoke… he spoke our language perfectly. He said he was deserted, something about an institute ship. It was terrifying; his very voice could drive a normal man mad.
Day 75.
The ships came back from the League and convinced the creature (now known as Nautilus) to return with them. He had spent the last few days sulking on the rocks of a secluded beach on the empty side of the island. I feel sorry for the big fella. All he has is that huge metal anchor and the name he's been given. I hope they figure out a way to save him at the Institute.