"Wake up, wake up, get on deck ya morons!", yelled the captain of her majesty's ship, the good ship Kraken. The men, though they should have been used to this by now, were still groggy.
"Get up, get up, to the mess hall! The decks won't scrub themselves!", the captain yelled at them. He was twenty years older than most of them, but could still get up earlier than most of them. Only Jenns, the lookout, was up.
His job was SOOOOOO boring, he was thinking. Nothing ever happened. Then he saw the bubbles in the water.
He yelled, "HOT SPRINGS, DEAD AHEAD!". The ship slowly moved to the side. That was the most interesting thing he got to do all week. Then he noticed something. Those were not normal bubbles. It looked like something was... breathing.
He yelled, "Umm, there's something wrong here!". Nobody answered. They were in the mess hall (or to popular name, mess cupboard) and the man at the helm was hard of hearing. Before he could yell out again, a tentacle erupted from the water and grabbed him. He got pulled underwater.
He forced his eyes open, despite the salt water. And he knew that as long as he lived, (which might not be that long), he would never be able to get the image out of his head. Then the Kraken squeezed, and Jenns never saw the light of day again.
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The Depths
FantasyA short story about sea monsters. Like the last story I published, tell me if I should continue, or just quit now. Thanks! Cover by ZofiaDay
