The Peculiar Case of the Abominable Swimsuit Model

On this day two years ago, Percy Maelock first splashed into my life. On a beach halfway around the world, I saw him scrambling out of the surf with a truly bizarre and - dare I say - horrific sight behind him.

In the time since, I have gathered notes, retellings, and the testimony of countless witnesses, yet I still struggle to commit it all to paper. It ought to be simple: the pieces are here, scattered before me. What I lack is not evidence, but the strength to assemble it. I would like to claim that clarity has come with time—that I now understand the whole story. But that would be a lie. What I glimpsed was only a fragment, a single torn chapter from a much larger tale. And even that was more than enough.

Still, two years have passed. Perhaps that is reason enough to begin. Surely now I can—

No.

No, I don’t think so. Not today. Not yet.

I know the day will come when the peculiar case of the abominable swimsuit model shall come fully into the light, but I fear it is still one that must wait a while longer.