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Grant’s Scottish Paranormal Database
Entry Number 291: Saltwater slug
Type: Cryptozoology
Location: Tobermory, Argyll
Date: 1973
Details: In October 1973, fishermen Gordon and Bobby Shearer, father and son, dragged up an unknown creature among their usual catch. It was sausage-shaped, grey in colour, three feet long and eleven inches in diameter. It had no eyes and no sign of a mouth, but two holes at either extremity. Because of its resemblance to a slug, they called it “saltwater slug”. The event is recorded in the Tobermory Gazette and in the personal archives of Mr Shearer.
    I’m sitting at the kitchen table, stirring milk into my Coco Pops and thinking about things.
    “Hurry up, pet, you’ll be late.” Aunt Shuna has a spring in her step today. She looks so happy. I can see how much she’s missed Uncle Alistair, all these years.
    “Ok.” I finish my breakfast quickly, throw my coat on and grab my bag.
    “VALENTINA, I’M GOOOOING!” I call up the stairs. My sister and I always leave for school together, but we split up on the way, walking with our respective friends.
    Valentina runs down, her hair in two braids – my mum always has a struggle to tie her hair back for school, but this morning she actually asked for it to be braided. Camilla’s influence, I suspect.
    “ Have you seen Camilla this morning ?” I whisper as we open the door. It’s a clear chilly spring morning, and the air is fresh and salty.
    “No, she was out all night.” We start talking at a normal volume as we reach the street, but I still glance behind us in case someone’s listening.
    “I’ve asked her a favour… to scare Gary for me.”
    “Great idea!” Her face lights up. “Though I could have done that for you.”
    Valentina has offered to pour her insect collection into Gary’s shinty bag, but I didn’t want her involved in case she got into trouble. “Well, Camilla will do it in style… I mean, your way would have been amazing too!” I add quickly, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
    She shrugs.
    “Where’s Uncle Alistair?” I ask.
    “He went out really early, Aunt Shuna said. He’s looking for somewhere to rent. Dad’s only allowing him to stay one night.”
    “Mmmm. And he needs an office. For his removals business.”
    “I’m going to help him with that.”
    I smile. Valentina is the most determined person I know.
    Suddenly, Adil is standing at my shoulder. “Hi, listen, am I in trouble with your mum?”
    “No, of course not!” I laugh. Adil is perpetually scared to put a foot wrong.
    “Bye Luca, bye Adil!” My sister crosses the road to walk with a friend.
    We’re strolling down the street past the multicoloured houses, chatting away, when suddenly somebody jumps out of a doorway in front of me.
    “MORNING LUCA!” Uncle Alistair booms, scaring us to death. “COME WITH ME!”
    “Good grief!” That’s Adil getting a massive fright. I told you he never swears.
    “MY NEW OFFICE!” Bet they can hear Uncle Alistair in Glasgow. He leads us towards a doorway. “Come in, come and have a cup of tea!”
    “This is great, Uncle Alistair… but I can’t, I have to go to school.”
    “Ach, come on, just for a second. And bring your friend.”
    We walk into a small front room. There’s a table with a computer on it, a noticeboard brimming with photos, a small bookshelf filled with books, and a huge map of Scotland on the wall with little red pins stuck all over it. Wow, he did all that between last night and this morning?
    “That’s fantastic!” I say.
    “It is, yes, though I say so myself. Milk? Sugar? Or would you prefer that lovely stuff your mum drinks, espresso, as thick as anything, so you could cut it with a knife! Actually, I only have instant – is that okay?”
    “I don’t drink coffee or tea.”
    “Orange juice?” Uncle Alistair asks, opening the small fridge. Adil and I catch a glimpse of rows and rows of small bottles: blue, yellow, muddy green, and a swirlingone with little