Shapeshifting

Yesterday I did mention things, shapeless things, threatening to break out. I managed to snatch one, something must've bumped into it from the other side, from inside the mist. It staggered out, disoriented, it tried to get back but no, we were too fast for it this time. Fire a few nets over the top, run a few ropes round the legs, bring it crashing down. Only problem, every time you look at it it starts to change. We do have a man with a big stick, says he's going to have words with it, see if we can't get this story to decide what it wants to be. Might have to have Pirates involved, no swashbuckling, just nasty armed thieving bastards on boats.