Maguro-037 -

“Abort,” she croaked. “Get us out of here. Now.”

Then it spoke .

“Maguro-037,” Elena read from the log, “was first ‘caught’ six months ago. It tore through a deep-sea mining cable. The crew reported a ‘song’ over the hydrophone. Three of them walked off the deck that night. Into the water.” maguro-037

They were waking up.

End of entry.

Maguro-038 through Maguro-049.

On the screen, a shape resolved out of the black sediment. It was the size of a school bus, but its body was wrong. Not streamlined— shattered . Its skin was a mosaic of scar tissue and metallic scales that reflected no light. Where its eyes should have been, there were only two deep, whistling holes. And where its mouth should have ended at a jaw, it simply… continued. A corkscrew of teeth that rotated slowly, independent of the head’s movement. “Abort,” she croaked

The first thing you need to understand about Maguro-037 is that it is not a tuna.