Footman's logg. Sept 2. 18XX

I made the mistake of sleeping again last night, the dreams were much more vivid, of Kadath and rotting things. I awoke with a start to see one of them staring at me... bulging eyes. and slimy frog belly, in my own factory! somehow it had gotten past the signs, possibly through my nightmare. I reacted as you'd expect, drawing my pistol and firing. the shot hit #11 and ricoched into one of the eel vats, spilling flopping, sparking eels all over. The thing was gone. I got up and took more of the pills I picked up in Steelhead, a combination of stimulants to war off sleep. and ordered the pengi to clean up the mess (they tend to enjoy the electric shocks of the eels anyway). as I went out to the cemetary to collect myself. eyeing the new graves before making my way to the Gangplank for some rum and possibly pie from the bakery.