fancy some of me .  ah .  porridge aux walnuts?
i would say they was full of it, mr. hayes. we turned south-west last night.
i wouldn't be so sure of that.
seven years ago, me and mr hayes - we were working our passage on a norwegian barque.
his ship had run aground on an island, way west of sumatra. an island hidden in fog. he spoke of a huge wall, built so long ago - no one knew who had made it .  a wall a hundred foot high .  as strong today as it was, ages ago.
the castaway - he spoke of a creature, neither beast nor man, but something monstrous, living behind that wall.
nothing. we found him the next morning .  he'd stuck a knife through his heart.
christ! it's a bleeding bone yard! they've been ripped limb from limb.
i'm knackered! i've gotta have a breather.
bloody nora!
there's only one creature capable of leaving a footprint that size .
injured? four of us are dead!