The broken things wandered about the swaying deck with a sort of haggard carelessness, and if they felt the downpour, they seemed to pay it no mind; they did not hide from it or grumble or shield themselves in any way. Suddenly, I heard the loud clap of a great wave coming against the starboard side. The jolt shifted the deck under the monsters who all staggered and slipped; most did not lose their footing entirely, but some did. Swaying in their wide stances, a few now crawling, the broken things continued about the deck in their mindless, wandering search.
The Broken Things
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