"Dear Diary,
Much has happened since my last entry. It seems that we have finally defeated the terror that had been plaguing the small community of Port Noble. Yet, I know that we have only killed a small percentage of the fish-men that live in the ocean. They will of course continue to try to plunder the land dwellers, but hopefully we have scared them away from this particular seaport.
Mr. Slade, Mr. Hayes, and I met up with Ms. Whatley and Mr. Krane at Port Noble a couple of nights ago. We attempted to interrogate the half-man, half-fish woman, Audrey one last time, but without success. I was very weary about walking in and investigating a Catholic church, so the other four were left to the task of sifting through Father Hill's papers to find the answers to all our questions. Ms. Whatley discovered that the songs marked and emphasized in the church hymnals all had to do with the raising of loved ones from the dead. This information, along with the fact that 16 people were killed in the ship wreck, and sixteen graves had been recently dug up in the church's cemetery, lead us to the conclusion that the people of Port Noble believed that the ritual they were getting ready to perform would bring their loved ones back to life. However, after much study of Father Hill's mysterious Latin book, Mr. Krane and Ms. Whatley found that the ritual had nothing to do with the raising of the dead. Performing the ritual would have caused the humidity in Port Noble to significantly increase. And the increased humidity would help to facilitate the fish-men coming on land and terrorizing the town.
This ritual of course had to be stopped! Father Hill's book proved that the ritual did not do what the townspeople thought it did. If we had only been able to show the community the book, and point out that the fish-men were manipulating them, then things would have turned out a lot differently. However, talking became impossible after Mr. Krane and Mr. Hayes were caught snooping inside the empty church, escorted to the local inn, and then escaped from the deputy sheriff by Mr. Krane causing the moaning winds of hell to appear in the middle of the local inn. Although the rest of us had nothing to do with the winds of hell appearing in the inn lobby, the town's folk were now fearful that outsiders were trying to stop them from performing the ritual and were weary of any strangers they saw on the road. They had heard about the death of Father Hill, and the disappearances of two women from the next town over. So, it did not come as a surprise when they sent an armed guard to help escort the supplies for the ritual back to Port Noble.
However, this armed guard was not enough to stop Mr. Slade from shooting the ritual urn sitting in the back of the wagon into a million pieces. Some of the fish-men had come ashore to try to stop us from interfering in their plans, but Mr. Slade was too fast for them, and the shot did not miss its target. Also, while spying on the town's folk, I tried unsuccessfully to capture a running fish-man for interrogation and he bit a big chunk out of me.
Without the urn, the Port Noble community was at a loss as to what to do about the ritual. However, the running fish-man I was unable to stop, returned to the ocean and told his people that the urn had been destroyed. Using a bell and the animated bodies of the town's dead loved ones, the fish-men were able to lure the town's folk to the beach. One of the animated dead told the people that the ritual would have to be performed that very night, and not two nights from then, like originally planned. It was at this point that everything went to hell...
Mr. Krane took it upon himself to scatter the crowd at the beach by once again calling the winds of hell into the middle of the community. At the same time, Mr. Hayes threw a lit bomb into the middle of the animated dead, and destroyed them beyond repair. With all the chaos that these actions caused, it is not a wonder that my attempts at calming and reasonable communication with the town's folk came too late to help the situation. All my words did was attract the fish-men to me as they walked up out of the ocean.
After much fighting and getting bitten in half, my group and I were able to kill off the fish-men who were trying to kidnap the town's folk and drag them back to the sea for breeding and eating. With some help from Mr. Krane and Mr. Hayes, I was able to put myself back together, and make it home in one piece. Perhaps the next assignment will be slightly less trying on my physical well being."