I lost my leg hunting the legendary Moonabi. For seven days we sailed into the open sea, my manservant Arook helping our navigator reach the sacred breeding grounds of this vile creature. We anchored ourselves where he told us... a hidden cove located near an unnamed island. There, we patiently waited for the Moonabi to make its appearance. After the fifth day of waiting, the men became restless. I, too, was frustrated, feeling I had been misled by Arook's advice, so I had the crew kill him and toss him overboard. As soon as his mangled corpse touched the water, the disgusting beast appeared from the depths!
It let out a cry so terrible that several of my men died on the spot. Its very existence defies reason; how can a beast so tremendously fat support its weight or even move? Its skeleton should collapse under such weight, but the Moonabi before me was quite agile. Now was not the time for speculation. Whatever this creature was, I was certain that even God Himself wanted it to die.
We fired harpoon after harpoon into the creature, tearing away at its disgusting flesh. The smell it gave off caused birds to fall from the sky, their lives extinguished by the putrid odor. But the Moonabi would not die. It rammed the bow, creating a large hole in the ship. We started to sink and I ordered the evacuation. If we could just reach the island...
But no, the Moonabi scooped up the crew into its maw the moment they jumped into the water. I could hear their screams as it feasted. The terror was just too much, and I blacked out as I jumped over the side of my vessel.
I awoke on the shores of the island, my leg missing. The Moonabi was gone. My entire crew had been consumed. My ship was lost. Everything was lost.
I can never forget the horrors of the Moonabi. The smell lingers even now, as if the beast is trying to force me to consider suicide.