"A cowled and buzzing shape clasps your elbow. It whispers in your ear. Its breath is lava and old brass, and a queasy vibration shudders through you where its gloved appendage has taken hold. You have what you came for. Back aboard ship, quickly. Your vision blurs. Perhaps you are unwell."
https://youtu.be/U9QETjH1CXE
Every now and then you just get into a Sunless Sea mood. It happens. Don't worry.