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The Creature 2 (because I was told to name it this but I'm being disobedient and not changing the real title)

The ship was dented. The iceberg that it hit was perfectly fine. However, sitting near Poppy was the creature. She had no more matches left. It was completely dark. Poppy could only hear the soft sound of scales sliding against the rough flooring. Where was the pink person?

Poppy had fallen back into the hull of the ship. Every one of her breaths echoed through the room. "I need a torch," she thought, "but where am I going to find one?"

She groped around, careful not to come close to the slithering sound. Her torch was on her desk, just where she left it. Trembling, she made her way across the room, fear overcrowding her large intelligent mind. There it was. In her hands, she gripped the torch.

In the dark, the creature could see better than she could. It had just finished its delicious meal of Nicholas and was looking for another. It heard steady breaths and felt tremors move through the floor to reach its sensitive scales. Its eyes saw a figure and it moved in for the kill.

Poppy heard something coming towards her at an alarming speed. She swerved and it just missed her. As she ran in terror, she turned the torchlight on, and just as she did that, her foot stepped on something hard. CRUNCH. A liquidy substance oozed out. It was an egg. By this time, the creature was staring at her in rage.

And as the rage took over its body, it revealed its true form.