“It was then that I, ducking to escape the boom, caught a glimpse of something ahead-something that a sudden wave seemed to toss on the deck and leave there, wet and flapping- a man with round fixed, fishy eyes, and soft, slate colored skin. But the horror of the thing were the two gills that swelled and relaxed spasmodically, emitting a rasping, purring sound-two gasping, blood-red gills, all fluted and scalloped and distended. The “harbor master” had gathered himself into a wet lump, squalling, motionless in the bows under the mast; his lidless eyes were phosphorescent, like the eyes of a living codfish.”
In Search of the Unknown, Robert W. Chambers
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