Sweet Dreams, Violent Nightmares, and Everything in Between

From The Depths

November 5, 2013
3 Days after the Storm

I'm writing this journal in case we don't make it. We're stranded on our crab finishing boat in the middle of the ocean.

There were six of us before the storm hit. And now there are only three. Me, my dad, and Jesse. We didn't see it coming. No weather forecast reported of it. It just...happened. I mean it didn't start with a little rain, no. Like a flip of a switch the storm just roared and rampaged the sea. And during it, we lost Laura, Karl, and Anderson.

Now, three days later we find ourselves drift in this waveless ocean. The boat won't start. Dad tried to find what was wrong with it but nothing was out of the ordinary. Nor was it the fuel.

We don't know where we are. And we can't contact anyone. Cellphones are dead as well as the radio. Nothing worked on the boat except for the masterhead light, which at least might be spotted by other fishing boats afar at night.

So we waited. No one came. Which was strange, these waters should be passed by dozens of fishing boats by now. It is crab season and yet no one is coming. Another strange thing is that, there's almost no wind. And we can't hear the waves crashing into each other. Just the occasional footsteps we make that make the metal boat clank.

Luckily we have emergency rations that'll last us at least three months, and if that runs out we have some of the crab we caught. We just need to stay calm. But I'm worried about Jesse. He's been on edge ever since. Poor guy, he's the youngest after all. We're all devastated from the loss but what we need to do is keep our hopes up.

It's a good thing my dad is here to do that. Earlier though, we proposed the idea of leaving the boat on the emergency raft. But the idea was quickly shut down because of something we noticed.

There's something in the water. Bubbling, swimming just under the surface, enough to make it a little visible silhouette. We don't know what it is. But we know it's something big.

-Solomon Williams

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November 7, 2013
5 Days after the storm

It's so cold. We haven't been sleeping well. We're all heari

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November 13, 2013
11 Days after the storm

We don't know what it wants. It just floats there, staring at us. I haven't been able to write in this since it showed up. I don't think science books have this thing in them.

It was night and almost a week ago, it was my dad's shift to watch out passing boats or ships and fire a flare if ever one were to cross us. But illuminated only by the masterhead light, my dad saw something else. And it sure isn't our ticket out of here.

Peering through the darkness my dad found it, already staring at him, as if waited for my dad to see it. Shocked, he fell on to the cold metal deck, which I heard and came over to check on him. He was stunned, he couldn't speak a word. He just kept pointing to the sea, shaking.

I went over and I saw it. It was as big as a shark I think. It's body was like an eel's. And it had a face, a face of a human, on the back of its head. It's whole body was crimson red but the face was dead-pale.  And it was smiling...at us.

Jesse came and saw both my dad and I, pale as if our souls were just stolen. And then he saw it too. By this point my dad and I snapped out of it because of Jesse's screaming.

We tried to calm him down, but that sounded ridiculous. Who in the right mind would be calm in this situation. The creature just stared, not moving an inch, grinning with ill intent, gently drifting along the little waves.