I quickly look around me for any object that can possibly protect us from a shipwreck, but I don't see anything.
"It's that beast!" I hear Michael scream. He's right, the apparently called Belua Stulta Molesta is now throwing water in our boat. I wish I had killed it a few moments ago.
"Graham!" I hear Eric yell. "What do you know about that animal!"
A new wave of water spills over us. I turn my head to the left, where Eric and Graham are situated.
Graham is trying to get to the food supplies. I hold my breath nervously till he comes back. He's holding a basket in his hands. He quickly sits down to not fall over and places the basket in front of us.
"You've got to calm it down!" He screams. "How!?" Terry J yells back. Graham fishes something out of the basket. "Tea!" He shouts. "What?" Terry G shouts. "TEA!" Graham screams.
Tea? Seems logical... I think.
"Listen!" Graham yells. "We've got to make tea, then throw it at that monster," He points at it, "And it will 'drink' it, and the tea will be heaten up by its body heat, okay?"
We nod, and start making the tea ready straight away.
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