The Last Sailor

It was a sunny summer day...
No it wasn't, but that would have been nice.
Actually the following story took place in november.
Rain was hitting churning waters and painted the sky in an angry mixture of grey and black.
Tallish waves arose from a storm- tossed ocean.
Only from time to time a thunderbolt brightened the turbulent sea and when it happend you could have seen Johnny the fisherman, if you were there.
But you weren't.
Nobody was there to see how the only survivor of the maritime accident desperately held on to the mast of his ship.
Only Johnny the fisherman was there.
Or wasn't he ?
If you were Johnny, you could have seen the glowing yellow eyes circling around you, knowing that sooner or later you would end like your colleagues and friends.
But noone was there, except those eyes.
Johnny let out a scream of deadly terror as the remaining parts of the wreck sank down.
Surrounded by glowing eyes and sharp fangs the last one of the sailors left this world.

Weeks later on a beach far away the whole crew of the sailing ship called 'Neptun' was found.
More than forty people.
Dead.