What The Water Gives

The waters were rising, and quickly, so I dove underwater.
 
More monsters, the fishmen, swam in with the tides. I readied some dark arts, but the blat-blat-blat of Mohit's gun did them in.
 
Then the waters slowed, and we could hear sloshing. It was many-faced, an amalgam of beasts and fishes and...people. Heading straight for me. I recognized them, some people I had escaped from. My former cultsmen.
 
And again, Mohit to the rescue with his guns.
 
We began more urgently this time, trying to run out the waters. Later, I would talk with Prof. McClanahan -- there were new memories that came to my mind, ones that weren't mine, but importantly, related: