Deepest Tides
The water lashed the side of the ship with enough force to drown out the sound of the humming coming from its engines. The captain, a brave man named Clint Bloom, had earlier ordered a turnaround amidst a sudden change in the weather. If the waves got much higher or more deadly, the ship and all those on board, would be swallowed by the vicious tides.
Eventually Clint steadied the ship just long enough to divert it away from the oncoming storm overhead. Luckily there were no passengers on board that night, otherwise more lives would have been claimed. The seven crew members set about a new course and a few hours later had managed to ride the tide to relative safety. If only they'd stayed within the storm...
It came from deep beneath the waves like a torpedo, its gigantic fins flapping in downward arcs like twin axes. It traveled from the very farthest depths of the ocean, out of the blackness beyond and towards the underside of the large approaching ship. Though the creature moved with a speed unlike anything on earth, its sound was silent as it whisked its way upwards, twisting its thick, spiky tail as it burrowed upward through the calming waves...
"What the hell was that?" Clint asked when a loud hollow thud rocked the ship.
"No idea captain," one of the crew replied. "Maybe some resistant tide?"
"Maybe," Clint said. "Keep an eye out."
"Yes, Captain."
The creature opens its mouth to reveal long, serrated talons of teeth, rows and rows of them. Under the water they glisten like tiny fish. Its eyes are larger than almost any other living thing on this planet, yet it is virtually blind. Its snout directs it to the ship, where it repeatedly crashes against it, harder and harder, until finally the ship begins to dent, then to take on water...
Clint watches as a creature bigger than anything he has ever laid eyes on emerges from the sea, its huge black eyes and razor-sharp teeth gleaming like icebergs. He opens his mouth to speak, closes it. All around him his crew are falling overboard, being devoured by this thing which Clint guesses must have swam straight from the deepest recesses of hell. He closes his eyes and, like any good captain, waits to go down with his ship and brave crew...
Credited to Powers1902
Originally uploaded on February 29, 2012
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