Yacht Shock!

Unhooding the cultists you don't see anyone you recognize. They seem to be upper-class judging by their well-groomed nature, healthy skin, manicured hands and feet, and lack of open sores or missing teeth. Each of them is indeed naked below their robes, dangly bits hanging free.

Below decks you reach an opulent tropical-themed dance floor where all the angles are wrong. Band posters shift when out of view, a disco ball reflects unrecognizable colors, and an old-timey record player spins a warped record that blares classic rock (backwards, of course) making your head swim even more. Another cry for help comes from behind a closed door on the far side of the dance floor.

Jak, Andreva, and Zara steel their nerves or come up with some other method of reducing the effects of this reality-warping dancefloor. They reach the other side without problem.

The same can not be said for Bobby and Cassie. Bobby finds the warbly tune an earworm. There is something about it that makes him want to swing his hips and tap his toes. Why has no one else tried to play music backwards before? Maybe this could be a whole new genre!

Cassie however stops in her tracks as she sees a poster for her favorite band on the wall. Even more unbelievably, the figures in the poster start moving. They wink at Cassie and beckon her over. Then they jump out of the poster, growing to their normal sizes. "How's it going, Cassie? Still keeping in great shape I see. I know you're a huge fan of ours, but we don't want any lame-os supporting us. How about a dance off to see if you are truly the fan we deserve?"

Looking at the record, Jak sees it says "sretsnoM elggunS" on the center label. With the record stopped, the music dies as well. Cassie and Bobby snap out of their hallucinations and find themselves in the center of the disco dance floor.

Opening the door reveals the master bedroom of the yacht. It is a tacky room of 80s design. A giant waterbed sits in the center against the far wall draped in zebra-print sheets and various other animal print throw pillows. Next to the bed are a man in beachwear and a woman in business casual clothes bound in nylon ship's rope. On top of the waterbed is washed up 80s superstar Eric Zahn! He's seen better days (or decades) as his body shows the soft roundness of excess, his long blonde hair is unkempt and mostly hidden under a sea captain's hat, and his handlebar mustache is several decades out of fashion. Zahn grips a large and ancient tome in both hands.

"Fools! You’re too late! Arise, my chthonian crustacean! Arise and obey!"

A giant lobster claw bursts from the waterbed in front of Zahn. A horrifying creature emerges, armored and highly annoyed. Water from the bed pours off its body as it extricates its large pincers and pointy legs the size of spears. The Rock Lobster attacks Zahn with one claw, knocking off his captain’s hat as he dodges backward. Then the eye stalks swivel in the direction to the struggling bound victims. It begins to advance!