In Eyes of mad men

Void

I am very fragile right now. By tonight I will be no more. My life will amount to nothing, but I can't live with the strain forever stuck in my head. It needs a way out. I can provide it. I am writing down the torture that consumed me. 

 Our boat was adrift on one of the endless oceans. The waves rising and falling steadily with our heart beats. Our eyes set to the horizon for a big catch. We were hungry for the coin. Only gamblers and the desperate choose to go on these voyages. The Sun barley below the horizon. Then a deafening howl emerged from the depths. The whole ocean shivered at the sound of it. Every sailor was muted. The sun sets without another sound coming from the ocean or the crew. This was the first of our misfortunes.

   When the sun rises, the sea turns into a black void. Sailors are praying at the top of the deck. Only God could of caused this, but what could it mean. If only I knew. This was no sign, It was a warning of what to come. Captain Brownlocke turns the ship around, hoping to see a clearing in the void. We were already trapped.

The sun rises again, The sea remain black. Our food supply was running low, people began auctioning off items, for bare necessities. Stomach growl. mouths watering. No land has appeared on the horizon, Only the black void underneath us.

The captain was eaten the following day. Remains of his body was no where found on the ship. The dining hall is filled to the brim with people fighting over the corpse. I was able to secure myself a chunk of his leg. I was never a gluttonous person, but I savored the meat.

I was beginning to go mad. On the seventh day. The ocean started to sprout eyes. waves ripple pores of pupils into existence. They were all staring at me. Hungrily, lazily, excitedly, angrily, they all stared. I'm going mad.

On the ninth day, half of the crew is dead. The other half are hiding from any survivors. The eyes multiplied. I was mad. We were all going to die. Another howl broke the air. The ship shakes. No prayers are made.

The eyes are moving onto the ship. The entire hull is covered with eyes. People are jumping off ship, getting consumed by the ocean's horror.

People stopped moving. Eyes grow over their skin.

Only a patch of wood left. I am the last of the crew.