Crew saw something strange off the bow: a large shadow longer than our ship. There were some halflings in pursuit with a small vessel of their own. Seems they didn't notice us, and they maneuvering isn't their strong suit, so they collided with the Blind Wolf. Turns out the shadow was some sort of local legend that's called Leviathan. One of the historic kings had allegedly slain one of these beasts, partaken of the meat, and obtained power and prestige. Was said to have mastery over the very sea itself. The halfling who led the vessel, one Hasira Fallohide, was hoping to follow in the king's footsteps. Or at the very least stave off the monotony of island living. Most of the crew is on board with hunting the beast. Notable exceptions are Newt (Oz also was concerned about the 'goodness' of the act), but he is willing to go along so long as we are committed as a group.