The sea as cool as an Antarctican breeze, had silently slithered into a still stance. The air seemed frozen like fish in a glacier and the objects within its blanket were as idle as a moonlit forest.
With lips as black as the ink on this paper, and a throat rough like sandpaper; I sunk my shattering teeth into the flesh of my arm, piercing its tender barrier.
The blood slithered out, pattering around my taste buds. The sweet red juice tickled my throat with its taunting torso. My mind ached for more and more, but I had to remain strong. All the while, in the distance, my sailors could witness an unknown splotch. It was smaller than an ink splatter. ''A sail! A sail!'' These were the words of one of the sailors.
Then suddenly a mystical body, as crystalline as air, was finally scarcely illuminated by the combustion of light in the sky. But alas! Stormy skies slowly ascended above the withering waves of the blue aqua.
''The ship! The ship! The evil it bears!'' These were the words of another forsaken sailor.
By now the ship was adjacent to us, discharging its ghastly gripping stare.
Her skin was as white as the ice enshrouding my mariner heart, which froze me to the spot. Her spooking eyes popped my soul and stole every substance of my nerve as the rittle-rattle of the dice so jeopardizing entranced my heartbeat to a halt.
The screech o'death cried from lips so rubicund like a rose. ''The game is done! I've won! I've won!'' banishing us to an unknown doom. All the while, the ghastly specimen was creeping towards us.
One by one, the bells had rung. Death had found its toll. The bodies of my fellow crew dropped, all fluttered and flopped, their fury embedded within my shame.
And there I stood, as still as an oak tree ravaged by the years of sorrow. My heart began rushing as my blood washed through my veins of guilt. The sweat did scurry across my dusty relics, yet they remained as bone-dry as a skeleton. What t'was I to do in such a catastrophe, crueller than the devil's heart?