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You try to keep your mind straight, but it grows harder and harder to even stand up straight as just seconds go by. You glance across the bar and see the captain, except now, he doesn't look like the same welcoming figure you met when you first entered the bar.

His eyes glow red, as his teeth become increasingly rotten... You turn to others for help, but their alcohol-tainted breaths only make you feel more queasy.