The Hexer from Salem - When the Master Died

There was something disturbing about this mist. The ship's crusty hull seemed to vanish into the gray mass. An odd odor wafted up from the water's surface. I leaned my hands on the railing, bent forward and tried to catch just a hint of the water. But the mist was too thick.
As I turned, I thought I sensed movement - a short, sudden twitch - as if something enormous from the gray mass ...