The Black Sea

I wish very deeply, that this narrative did not need to be written, but I cannot hold onto this any longer, as I said it is with great terror and sadness that I am writing this, let me explain.

You cannot imagine my terror; we were sent on the trip to go to our faraway (but very rich) fishing grounds; how could it have gone so wrong. We were all set up, for we had spent all morning preparing the vessel; a Galleon named The Black Sea, named for the ship’s wood, which was a faded black. The exploration team consisted of 23 men; we had packed enough for a two-week trip, and we hoped we would be paid well. The ship set sail that afternoon around three.

the first real problem appeared about two days after the initial start of the trip, we had stopped to try to gather some salmon but our net was snapped by a passing bull shark tore it to shreds trying to get our salmon.

“Crap!,” one of the sailors shouted, “pull it back up quick”!

Me along with about three other men turned the lever to raise the net; almost all of the salmon had escaped or been eaten by the stupid shark. Oh, how we should have seen the signs. Luckily, somewhere in our supplies, there was another net; we attached it to the chain and continued on our original path. Now listen, because this part of the tale is the most painful and gut-twisting to pen.

three days before the two-week mark of our trip, although all of us were used to the sea, came over with bad seasickness. I myself suffered the most as I steered the ship. This in itself was almost too painful to bear, not to mention the wall of fog that made it impossible to see past the mast. two days before the two-week mark, the fog was so thick we had to halt the ship completely; the sickness got worse, and we even lost 3 men, oh, why were we so foolish, we dumped the bodies into the sea.

one day before the two-week mark I awoke to the deck of the Galleon ruined, after further inspection it was a carving it read,“𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔤𝔢𝔭 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔞 𝔣𝔥𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔫, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔥𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔥 𝔭𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡” and at this point I knew this was a mistake, sharks were surrounding the ship and My anxiety rose, after running into the cabin again I was about ready to die, the whole crew was gone, and I was alone. On the two-week mark the ship was grabbed by something unknown to me and the ship began to splinter. The last thing I remember was the large tentacle, the flung towards me, knocking me unconscious; and when I awoke I was lying on the beach of my island, surrounded by people. So that’s it. I was the one who had to tell twenty-three families there sons or husbands weren’t coming home. I was the one who had to write this, and of course I was the one who had to survive. Do you fancy me mad, if you do I have no objection, for I am starting to believe that myself.