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Suneel surveyed the clean water washing upon the shore. It was near dusk and the sun tinted the world an orange hue. The colder ocean breeze brought with it the salty smell of the air. Off in the distance he could see young curios playing in the ocean’s waters. It would have been a scenic sight if not for the nagging fear in Suneel’s head. Local radio stations and talk hosts have been mentioning vague reporting of huge monsters seen in the oceans water in the moonlight. It seemed to be legend at this point, but the amount of so-called leviathan sightings caused the Merchant Guild to deem it worth an exploration. Afterall, if a leviathan appears legend tells of great treasures in their wake. Maybe it is just wife’s tale, but it does not hurt to look – at least that is what Suneel’s supervisor had said before handing him his assignment letter over a week ago. Said letter was still tucked into the bag that was thrown over his shoulder. If he dug deep enough into it, Suneel’s paw