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PAGE 24 (Four panels)

Panel 1: CARSON MACMURDIE (“MacMurdie”) an elderly but dignified-looking man (a retired U.S. Navy officer) in an interview pose.

MacMurdie (1): Well, it was a fuckup, that’s what it was.

Translation (1): Nu, tio estis granda kaĉo, ja ĝi estis.

SUBTITLE – IDENTIFIER (2): Capt. Carson MacMurdie, USN, Ret.

Translation (2): Kapitano MacMurdie, Usona Mararmeo, emerita

Panel 2: A photograph of two U.S. Navy officers in Second World War-era uniforms surveying a table of maps, documents, photographs.

CAPTION – MACMURDIE NARRATING (3): There was an investigation into the disappearance of those nurses in 1943, but its conclusion was too weird and disturbing to be circulated. So the report was classified top secret and the area simply closed off.

Translation (3): Estis enketo pri la malapero de tiuj flegistinoj en 1943, sed la konkludo estis tro stranga kaj perturba por diskonigo. Tial la raporto ricevis klasifon plejsekretan kaj la areo estis simple fermita.

Panel 3: External view of a large warehouse.

CAPTION – MACMURDIE NARRATING (4): By thirty-eight years later, everyone had forgotten why the area was closed, and the report was buried deep in some Navy archive. Anyone connected with the investigation had died or moved on. Nobody bothered to go back to the records and check.

Translation (4): Tridek ok jarojn poste, ĉiuj forgesis kial la areo estis fermita kaj la raporto enfosiĝis en iu mararmea arĥivejo. Ĉiu ligita al la enketo jam mortis aŭ transloĝiĝis. Neniu okupiĝs pri la kontrolado de arĥivoj.

Panel 4: MacMurdie in interview pose again.

MacMurdie (5): So when Mr. Rich and Powerful showed up and said he wanted to yacht in those waters, the Navy just replied “Yes, sir” and gave him a permit.

Translation (5): Kiam S-ro Riĉa-kaj-Ĉiopova aperis kaj diris, ke li volas jaĥti en tiuj akvoj, la Mararmeo simple respondis “Jes, sinjoro” kaj donis al li permeson.

MacMurdie (6): Too bad about the poor girl…

Translation (6): Domaĝe por la kompatinda knabino…

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Panel 1: Barron Sr. putting his hand on the barrel of an assault rifle that Wealth Friend is pointing at the sea, a gesture meant to stop him from shooting into the water.

Barron Sr. (1): No, you idiot.

Translation (1): Ne, stultulo!

Panel 2: A view into the boat, showing the now-charred corpses of Yacht Crewman #1 and Yacht Crewman #2.

Panel 3: A view of Peony, now standing some distance away on deck, her head buried in her hands in shock and grief.

Peony (2): No…

Translation (2): Ne…

Panel 4: A view downward, indicating that Barron Jr. is pointing his camera down but is still filming. (Note that he is about 11 years old at this time.) We see the swimming trunks he’s wearing, his legs and feet and beneath them the planking of the deck. We can also see through the fabric of his swimming trunks that he is having a marked erection.

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Panel 1: Yacht Crewman #1 and Yacht Crewman #2 in the boat by the side of the Yellow Rose, as if viewed through Barron Jr.’s camera. Yacht Crewman #1 has a harpoon raised and aimed, presumably at the tentacle beast. One small tentacle is reaching over the side of the boat. Yacht Crewman #2 is sitting in the back of the boat steering an outboard motor.

Yacht Crewman #1 (1): I’ll get you, you motherfucker!

Translation (1): Mi trafos vin, patrinfikulo!

Panel 2: Yacht Crewman #1 and Yacht Crewman #2 appear as blackened silhouettes as some sort of massive electrical discharge hits their boat. The whole craft is surrounded by a flash as if of lightning.

SFX – BOAT AND CREW BEING ELECTRO-FRIED (2): KZZZ-ZOT!

Translation (2): KZZZ-ZOT!

Panel 3: Phoebe’s head resurfaces just a bit. A tentacle covers a triangular region around her mother and nose, rather like a medical breathing mask. Her eyes are closed, and her expression looks almost blissful.

Panel 4: Ripples in the region of water where Phoebe’s head has been pulled underneath for one last time.

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Single panel: View into the water. We see Phoebe underwater, naked and surrounded by a roiling mass of tentacles, some of which appear to be penetrating all of her primary orifices. “Voices” can be heard suggesting the chaos on the Yellow Rose.

CAPTIONS AT VARIOUS POINTS AROUND THE PANEL (1): “Oh God, oh God!” “Kill that thing!” “Get it!” “Yes, Mr. Petrobux!” “I’m getting my gun!”

Translation (1): “Ho Dio, ho Dio!” “Mortigu tion!” “Trafu ĝin!” “Jes, S-ro Petrobux!” “Mi prenos mian pafilon!”

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Single panel: Wide “shot” showing a certain amount of pandemonium on deck. Barron Sr. and Peony are leaning over the rail, looking horrified at what they see in the water. A little further on, YACHT CREWMAN #1, an African-American man and YACHT CREWMAN #2, a Latino man, both neatly attired in pseudo-naval uniforms, are lowering themselves in a boat over the side as part of a rescue attempt.

Peony (1): My baby! My baby!

Translation (1): Mia bebo! Mia bebo!

Barron Sr. (2): God dammit!

Translation (2): Damne, Dio!

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