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Starting point is 00:00:16 and let me find out of the way. Start today not your gratis proof period on Shopify.b.b. That is Shopify.B.E. of adventurous tales and the romantic idea that surrounds finding a message in a bottle, washed the shore by the winds and waves. I also just happened to be a part-time history nerd. So, when I found a parchment-filled bottle on the seashore in real life, you can imagine my

Starting point is 00:00:49 excitement. When I encorked it, though, I discovered no old-forgotten love story or new discovered chapter of history. What I found was a truly disturbing answer to the unsolved fate. of a ship and its crew. The bottle contains several pieces of yellowing parchment, covered in hastily written cursive. The writing scratched across the page. The time it had withstood made it difficult to read, but nevertheless a large portion of it is still legible. The translation of what can still be made out is as follows.

Starting point is 00:01:25 Sancta Salpador June 15, 1556. Strange events have befallen the Sancta in the past days after leaving the island. I write with haste because I fear that I may suffer the same fate as the rest of the crew. We set sail from the island several days ago and all was well until our ship's quartermaster, Diego, came down with a fever one eve. He was quarantined to his bunk, thrashing about in his sheets like a madman. The agonizing expression on his face was highlighted by the sweat of his brow. Blood-tinged phone gurgled from his lips when he screamed, and he seemed to worsen with each passing hour. The strangest part of the condition, though, was that he kept scratching at his eyes.

Starting point is 00:02:10 The corners were reddened, almost bloody, from his constant scratching. Sailors are a superstitious lot, and the most devout practitioners of the old ways went to the captain in concern. These crewmates seemed to believe Diego was suffering from the early stages of. This bit is unreadable on original parchment and has been omitted from transcription. The captain disregarded the idea as absurd. and ordered nothing to be done. Later that night, a terrible storm descended upon us. The sea surged beneath the ship.

Starting point is 00:02:41 Waves crashed over the bow, washing even the strongest of our men off their feet. It was in vain that we attempted to keep the lanterns lit as gusts of salt-filled air snuffed them out of existence, plunging us into darkness, so we toiled in the black, pummeled by the mighty rage of Calypso until dawn. The rising sun brought calmer seas,

Starting point is 00:03:02 and it was the early morning light that revealed Diego's bunk to be abandoned. The surprise caused accusations to fly, and the crew has been on edge since. Some say perhaps he took his own life to escape the torturous suffering of the sickness. Others believe someone cast him overboard in the dead of night. Out of fear, his condition may be unnaturally connected to the raging seas. Alas, a thorough search of the ship left us without an answer. A deep sense of her knees gripped the crew that in terms. entire day as we sailed. The men were already yearning to reach our home country shore and the

Starting point is 00:03:39 event of the night did not help. That evening, I was awoken from my hammock below deck by a scratching sound. Soft, high-pitched scratching that would continue for a moment and then fade back into the ever-present swaying sound of the seas. Annoyed at the thought of a rat's nest in the crew quarters, I swung myself down from my hammock and grabbed a lantern. The sound. The sounds stopped. I waited, motionless, and the sound started back up again. Holding my lantern up to appear down the rows of bunks, the ship hit a swelling wave which caused the lantern to swing. Its light cast in an arc from floor to ceiling. In the brief moment the light hit the fire under the room. I thought I saw a shadow. It looked almost like the hunched over silhouette

Starting point is 00:04:28 of a man. Unsure of what I saw, I saw, I saw. I saw. stepped forward. It wouldn't get groaned under the weight of my foot and the scratching stopped once again. Then a new sound echoed to the night air. It was a quickened, panicked scampering, followed closely by a muffled sliding sound as if a sack of potatoes were being dragged along the deck. I strained to hear over the white noise of the rocking seas, but I could not identify the source. I crept down the hall toward the sound.

Starting point is 00:05:00 As I neared it, I heard several dull thuds. as if whatever it was was now bumping down a flight of stairs lurking forward in pursuit of the strange noise I crept down into the darkness of the lower deck, careful not to creak the worn wooden steps as I descended Once below I strained ever hard to listen

Starting point is 00:05:21 The sound was coming from the far corner of the gun bay A scratching, gnarling sound I could feel my heart quicken within my chest As I dared to inch forward slowly raising my lantern the beam of light revealed the shadow bathed figure of a naked man

Starting point is 00:05:40 but it wasn't quite right his proportions was somehow unnatural he hunched over something his backbone and an impossible arch almost piercing through his skin like a reptile his hands were plunging in front of him and then raising to his mouth in a ferocious

Starting point is 00:05:58 animalistic repetition his back blocked my view so I slowly started to wheel to my left, holding my light ever so carefully. I stepped out with the caution of a mouse, but my heavy deck boot padded into a warm plank that creaked alarmingly as I shifted my way down. The creature's head jerked around to face me, and that's when I saw. Too empty, bleeding, eyeless socket, no longer filled by human eyes. Blood trickled out of the soulless black circles,

Starting point is 00:06:31 staining red streaks down his face. But the worst part was when I saw what he was feasting upon. Only recognizable by his uniform, one of my fellow sailors lay in front of the beastial thing, his eyes torn from his own socket and his belly ripped open. Half-consumed entrails piled onto either side of the corpse. The creature led out of blood-curdling, bird-like shriek that cut through the crashing waves like a dagger and began charging at me on all fours.

Starting point is 00:07:01 I am not ashamed to say that I turned and ran with all the strength my sea legs could muster. As I reached the top of the first flight of stairs, I wheeled about to take the next flight and caught a brief glimpse of the creature scuttling in a rage of the first few steps. The light of my lantern still showed the lower deck, and out at the corner of my eye, I saw the creature was joined in his pursuit by another figure. The corpse of the sailor was pulling itself along by its arms alone, haphazily dragging its inside along behind it, leaving a trail of blood and pieces of entrails in its wake.

Starting point is 00:07:35 I made for the deck, intending to raise the alarm, but when I reached the open night air, I was met only with a sight of carnage. A half-dozen sailors were combating similar-looking beings. The ship's spell began to echo into the night, its persistent ring beating regularly into the violent scene. Cutlaces hacked at eyeless men who were unshaken by the wounds. I watched in horror as several men were overtaken, the screams pierced into the uncaring night.

Starting point is 00:08:05 In a moment of quick thinking, I changed course to the captain's quarters. Reaching the hall it lay within, I saw the captain engaged in single combat with one of the creatures. Deathly dodging an ape-like swing, he plunged his steel deep within his chest. The creature, oblivious to the cutlass, embedded within his body, gripped his mangled hands on either side of the captain's head. The creature slid forward along the blade, impaling the weapon deeper into its own chest as it dragged itself closer to the captain. Panic filled his eyes as the creature's thumbs plunged into his eye sockets, tearing them from his head as he screamed in agony. Seeing my opportunity, I raced down the hall, nimbly evading the distracted pair. I reached the captain's quarters and slammed the door.

Starting point is 00:08:55 I right now barricaded from within these same quarters. Last I was aware, we were set at full sail for open ocean. Unmanned, the ship hasn't long before it capsizes, especially with the rough waters we've been sailing in. I write this now with the intention of bottling it and casting it into the seas. It's a long shot, but someone must know the true fate of the Sancta and its ill-fated crew. I regret that I could not give a better warning for whatever this monstrous thing is. but I never paid mind to superstitious sailors talk

Starting point is 00:09:30 With any luck I'll be dragged into the depths with the ship And this godforsaken thing abroad it So it may never see the light of day again Perhaps it was an awful folly after all Because in my years travelling the high seas I have no earthly explanation for what I have witnessed Be warned anyone who might find this message And never forget the Sancta Salvador

Starting point is 00:09:54 End of transcript When I began transcribing this draft My intention was to make this tale accessible via an online post As horrific as it is Historical study is just a hobby of sorts for me And unfortunately I only have the opportunity To work on it after my shift

Starting point is 00:10:15 On my first read of the document I was shocked and a little doubtful I did some research into the Sancta Salvador And not much is known about why it wrecked Maybe someone looked up an old ship and thought they'd play a joke. Or at least, that was my first thought. It's been several days since I began working on it. And strangely, I've been feeling a little unwell.

Starting point is 00:10:42 Tonight, as I finished the last several lines, I believe I've come down with a fever. I have the strangest pain behind my eyes, like they're too big for their sockets. I can't stop scratching at them. It's too distracting to it. edit this draft so I think I'll just post it as is and turn in for the night it is late and it seems a storm is brewing anyway hopefully this will serve as an interesting

Starting point is 00:11:09 read to all the other horror and history buffs out there and please let it be a proper enough morning to anyone curious enough to open a message in a bottle

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "If you ever find a message in a bottle, think twice before you open it" Creepypasta

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