I say to myself in close my laptop, the hurricane force,
winds and torrential rain pounding against the office,
Windows drowned out its tiny little built-in speakers easily.
I guess I wouldn't be passing the time with Netflix.
After all, I got up from my desk and walked around the office,
the large Windows, which normally provided an excellent
view of the harbor were completely blacked out by the
storm. Even the large LED floodlights
that normally illuminated the parking lot were barely visible
through the Horizontal downpour of water that the sky was
throwing at us my boss, like to keep someone on overnight in
weather like this just in case a boat or God forbid.
One of the floating docks Broke Free in the wind, but
realistically, I couldn't see anything and I certainly wasn't
able to go outside. If anything did happen tonight,
I had sat through thunderstorms in this office before but this
one was, especially bad so much. So that even Mike this guy who
lived on his boat. All summer, had gone into town
to stay with a friend, Just in case, that's how you knew it was
bad. The whole office shook as a
wave, pounded into the glass that faced out towards the bay.
I will never understand why. Whoever designed this place
decided to build the office right on the break wall, that
protects these small recreational boats from the
Wrath of the Great Lakes. And furthermore why they decided
to make the wall that faces the lake almost entirely out of
glass. I guess it's because in normal
weather, it offers a good view of the water and any vessels
entering the harbor but in store Seems like this it really makes
you feel exposed. I pulled out my phone to check
the time. It was just about two in the
morning. Great just four more hours until
I can go home and get some sleep.
Another wave, hit the glass and the office shook again.
But this time, it was Amplified by the loud crack of thunder and
lightning. That seemed to hit in perfect
sync with the wave. I wasn't sure, but I thought for
a split second, I could see something out in the lake
illuminated by the lightning, but of course, it was now dark
again, so I couldn't check I told myself it was probably one
of the channel markers being thrown around in the waves and
sat back down at my desk. I had only been sitting down for
a few minutes. When the VHF radio mounted to
the shelf above my desk began to crackle, I played with the
squelch knob a bit to try and see if I could get a fix on the
signal, but I couldn't make out anything, probably just some
interference from all the lightning.
Another five minutes went by in the radio crackled again.
But this time it sounded like a voice, but I And make out what
it was saying. I played with the radio
settings, a bit more to see if I could make it out.
But Marine, VHF radio doesn't have as much settings that you
can adjust compared to CB radio. So there wasn't much I could do
finally after a few more minutes.
A crystal clear transmission came through the radio that made
my blood run cold Harbour Master.
This is Moon Shadow over the voice was practically screaming
into the radio in order to be heard over the howling wind I
froze there for a second real Sizing that this meant someone
was out there on the lake in this crazy weather.
Perhaps, what I had seen in the lightning was a boat but who
would be insane enough to venture out in this, as if the
storm had read my mind, another flash of lightning followed by
an almost instantaneous. Boom of Thunder lit up the night
sky and they're coming over the top of a massive wave was a
sailboat. Maybe 10 kilometers offshore.
Even with the Mainsail fully reefed, the boat was still
healed over at least 45 degrees as it battled with the Wind.
When everything went dark again, I was still staring in the
direction of the boat and realized that it had no lights
on, not even the navigation lights, which struck me as odd.
But then again I could only barely see the flood lights in
the parking lot so maybe the storm was obscuring them coming
back to reality. I snatch the mic for the radio
off its Mountain pressed down the talk button.
Moonshadow, this is Harbormaster, go ahead /.
Ah, thank God, the man on the other end exclaimed, I didn't
think anyone. And would be monitoring the
radio this late. It's so good to hear someone's
voice. Listen, I'm a 35 feet sailboat.
I've lost my engine as well as all electrical powers.
So I'm on a handheld radio, I need to get out of this storm,
but that means I'm going to have to come into the harbor under
sail. I'm going to need some help on
the dock over. I know I'm terrible for thinking
this, but my first thought was, oh, great.
That means I've got to go out on the docks in this weather, but I
quickly got over it as this man was definitely in trouble.
So I pulled up the harbor map on the computer, that shows which
docks are currently occupied and tried to find an easy one for
him to sail into IQ the mic. Again, Roger, that Moon shadow
looks like you're in luck. Doc, be 13.
That's Bravo. 13 is open and it'll be ahead of you once you
come around the pier past the Beacon Light, I'll come catch
you there. Thank you.
The man's voice replied on the radio.
I'll try not to bump it too hard.
When I go in, he chuckled a little bit.
Sounding relieved IQ the mic again to reply.
Don't worry about it. You do what you got to do to get
in safe and we'll clean up the mess in the morning.
Harbormaster standing by, on 68, Roger Moon, Shadow standing by
on 68. I grabbed one of the handheld,
VHF radios, off the charger and began putting on my reindeer to
head outside. I also grabbed a life jacket
because there was no way I was going out on the docks in this
weather without one even with the break wall protecting the
harbor in storms like this, there was often still some wave
action, moving the docks up and down.
I stood there in all my gear staring out, the office door.
Trying to prepare myself for what was to come.
Although I couldn't see it somewhere in that black chaos
was a sketchy old Ford F250. We bought from the city's parks
department to use as a work truck around the harbor.
That would be my safe haven. Once I left the office, I just
had to reach it. The office door was extremely
difficult to open, but I managed to push it into Win.
Just enough to slide out between it and the frame.
The wind slammed it shut behind me and I stood there pinned
against the wall by the wind the storm was so loud and all I
could see was Darkness. I felt so disoriented but I knew
if I just walked forward far enough the truck was straight
ahead somewhere. I began placing One Foot In
Front of the other slowly battling my way through the wind
and rain. This was bad enough on land.
I couldn't imagine this poor man.
Going through this on a boat that was heaving up and down out
there in the The waves after what felt like an eternity.
My hand touched something metal in front of me, I felt around a
bit and realized it was the tailgate of the pickup truck
running. My hand along the side of the
bed, I eventually made my way to the cab.
Then found the door. Handle the dome lights.
Finally allowed me to see something.
When I opened the door, the wind nearly ripping it off its
hinges. It took practically all the
strength. I had to pull the door shut
Against the Wind, but I managed to do it.
I looked back towards the Office out the rear window and I could
just barely see the lights of the building.
Thankfully between the parking lot floodlights.
And the truck headlights, I was able to see well enough as I
made my way over to the ramp leading down to a dock.
My plan was to sit in the truck and wait until the last possible
second before running out into the storm to catch the lines of
the incoming boat truthfully. Though, I was having my doubts
that I would be of any help given the situation outside the
truck rocked from side to side is the wind-battered.
It from outside but somehow it felt more secure than the glass
office. I made it to a dock in parked
with the headlights facing out towards the water.
The only other light visible was the bright Beacon Light that cut
through the storm out at the end of the pier that was once used
for commercial shipping back in the day in the storm.
It seem like a mighty Lighthouse, but in reality, it
was just a galvanized steel Tower about 20 feet high with a
large LED light fixed to the top as with many Industries.
Modern technology has Removed a lot of that Romance of the see
that you see in movies. Still at this moment, I'm sure
that poor man, thought that light was Jesus himself, guiding
him to shore Harbormaster. This is Moonshadow you there.
The man's voice came over the radio.
I had sat on the dash of the truck.
Moonshadow, this is Harbormaster.
Yeah, I am in position at be Doc over.
I replied good. Would you mind talking to me a
bit about anything? He asked sheepishly Things Are
I'm pretty nasty out here and it makes me feel less alone.
I had no idea what to say. What was I supposed to talk
about? It felt weird to make small talk
with him over the radio, but if it helped him I guess I had to
come up with something. Well, I guess what's your name?
I asked him over the radio. Robert he replied, what's yours?
I was about to reply when suddenly another flash of
lightning lit up the sky, followed by the loudest, boom of
Thunder. I have ever heard in my life
like Bomb dropped on Hiroshima. Probably didn't make as much
noise as this clap of Thunder did.
That's how loud it was. I ducked down in the truck
instinctively out of fear. My ears were ringing and I was
amazed the windows hadn't blown out.
What the hell was that? I heard Robert yell over the
radio. I've lost sight of your Beacon.
Light, is everything. All right over there, I sat back
up in my seat and looked over to where the Beacon Light should
be. And sure enough.
He was right there was no sign of it.
That lightning strike must have blown.
Loan. The breaker, I'll have to reset
it. I replied in to the radio, I put
the truck in reverse and backed out of the parking space and
began driving towards the pier. I dreaded having to get out of
the truck to open the electrical panel on the side of the tower,
but it needed to be done. At least, there was a bit of a
canopy over it. That would offer me some
protection. I reached the pier and turn the
truck out onto it, and saw one of the most horrific sights I
had ever seen through the dim headlights.
I could see what looked like a pile of Twisted Metal.
Laying on the end of the pier. As I drew closer, I could see it
was the Beacon Light Tower. It looked like it had buckled
and folded in half and then been welded in that position like
some kind of modern art sculpture that had then been
kicked over some other parts of the tower had been bent outwards
like spikes and in the current weather conditions, the whole
thing looked like some kind of grotesque creature.
Moonshadow. This is Harbor Master.
We have a situation. I said into the radio looks like
that lightning strike took out the whole Tower.
I didn't entirely believe my own words that Tower got hit by
lightning all the time. It had a lightning rod and it
was built to take it. It would have taken some serious
Force to twist it. Like what I was seeing in front
of me. Well that would be my luck.
Robert said, over the radio, I'm on the pier, in a pickup truck.
Can you see my headlights? I quickly asked him.
No, I don't you replied after a minute, just then I remembered
when we bought this truck, the city had Removed any of the
warning lights from it. What about?
Now, I radioed back after flicking, the switch to turn
them on. Yes, I see you.
He said excitedly, I felt a bit of relief as another flash of
lightning revealed. Robert's boat was much closer to
the Harbour mouth. Now, the thunder came a few
seconds later. Now indicating the storm was
moving away. Finally my relief was
short-lived. However as the radio suddenly
crackled to life again, no damn it.
I heard before the Radio cut off again Robert.
Are you okay? I asked into the radio all
professional marine radio language being thrown out the
window at this point. Yeah, yeah I'm good.
Just had a knockdown last, hit the water but the boat righted
itself and I'm still on board so he trailed off.
What the hell was that? Robert, I yelled into the radio,
something just ripped out. One of my starboard shrouds he
replied I think it was a wave but I swear it was like an arm.
I'm out of the water and just tore it off.
I'm going to have to tack around, put my port side into
the wind, to keep the messed up for those unfamiliar.
A shroud is the steel cables on either side of a sailboat mass
that keep it up. So losing one is pretty serious.
I saw in another flash of lightning, Robert began to turn
the boat but just before everything went dark.
Again, the boat rolled onto its side in a wave.
I frantically tried to raise him on the radio but it was no good.
There was only silence on the So for a good five minutes until
another flash of lightning revealed.
Robert's boat. Now floating upright again but
with no Mast, my heart sink with no engine and no Mast.
He now had no way of reaching land.
I still heard nothing, but realizing he was now probably
trying to hail the Coast Guard. I quickly switched my radio to
channel 16. Sure enough.
There was Roberts voice. Again, mayday mayday.
This is sailing vessel Moonshadow.
I am dis mastered and drifting with no engine.
Immediate assistance over Moonshadow.
This is the Coast Guard. We can send a vessel to your
location, but in this weather, ETA is an hour over at this
point. I could only listen helplessly
while Robert coordinated with the Coast Guard, it was out of
my hands. Now, when I drove back to the
office at this point, the rain was beginning to let up and
visibility was improving as the first glimpses of daylight began
to peek Over the Horizon when I got back into the office, I was
glued to the window Facing the bay.
I didn't care if a wave came and smashed the whole wall in.
I was watching for any sign of Robert's boat or a Coast Guard
ship approaching with every lightning flash.
I could see the helpless sailboat being swept farther and
farther from Shore. Eventually the lights of a Coast
Guard Cutter, came into view from across the bay and I felt a
little relief. It was now five in the morning
and the sun was beginning to rise and the storm was clearing
the waves. However had not subsided.
I could see the sale. Being tossed like a toy as the
cutter Drew closer I could see through the binoculars Robert
climbing on top of his boat and firing off a flare.
No sooner. Had he done this one to
absolutely massive waves, a good 15 feet higher than the rest
seem to materialize out of thin air on either side of the boat.
It was like the lake had massive Jaws.
It was opening up to swallow the boat and indeed that's what
happened. The water between the waves
began to lower, taking the boat with it and then the massive
Jaws slam shut. Crushing the little boat like a
bug between them and then disappeared amongst the other
waves, just like that Robert and his boat were gone Without a
Trace as the sun. Came up that day, the waves
calmed and it turned into one of the most beautiful summer days
you've ever seen. They never found a body or even
the wreck of Moonshadow. I'm not one to believe in this
sort of thing but there was something about that storm it
wasn't natural. I have never experienced
anything like that before and even the repair man who came out
to rebuild the You can light or baffled as to how it was
destroyed in that manner, I'm convinced that Robert somehow
angered the lake as crazy as that sounds because something
certainly wanted him gone that night.
Sure, you could chalk it up to increasingly violent storms, due
to climate change. But two opposing waves like the
ones that swallowed up. Robert's boat should not be
possible. I don't know what, but something
beyond my understanding took him out that night.
I am convinced of it, perhaps the strange phenomenon I
witnessed that night is Also what caused The Unexplained
sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald, all those years ago,
but either way, I don't think I'll be going out on the Great
Lakes anytime soon. Thursday, February 16th this
morning. I awoke violently to the most
Dreadful sound. I've ever heard an ear-splitting
Screech, echo through the whole of my boat and the vessel came
to an abrupt stop quickly. I crawled out of bed and tried
to gather my bearings. As I exited the bedroom, my feet
were greeted by a cold splash. I looked down to see the entire
floor, board covered in an inch deep carpet of seawater.
Flurries of thoughts raced through my mind and I began to
fear the worst as I wondered whether Or not.
I had struck a reef, my eyes caught a glimpse of something
sharp and Rusty poking out of the wall.
On the starboard side of the saloon, it was some kind of
metal Spike, roughly 3 inches in diameter.
It was about chest height and had obviously impaled the whole
water flooded in from the small openings between the spike and
the whole in rhythm with the waves, as they crashed into the
boat. I rushed over to my utility
closet splashing through the water as I scuffled across the
cabin there, I began frantically rummaging through through the
unorganized mess of the various tools and supplies.
I had gathered over the years as I searched, I could feel the
water level slowly Rising. I imagine the boat is an hour
glass and the water is sand, each grain of sand.
That poured in through the hull. Only led me closer and closer to
an untimely Burial at Sea when I had finally located, what I was
looking for. I hurried over to the spike
there, I began sealing the cracks with waterproof tape,
reinforced with some kind of fast, drying putty.
The sheer size of the spike. I wasn't able to remove it
completely though. I wouldn't, if I could either
the spike served as a blockade and without it, the cabin would
have been flooded in mere seconds.
I'm sure you've heard that you should never pull out a knife
from a stab wound. This is because the knife AIDS
in sealing up the wound preventing even more from
pouring out. Well, the same concept applies
here, thankfully stopping the leakage proved to be no
challenge the now that things have quieted down.
I am beginning to To realize that my problems aren't over
just yet. I am in the middle of the
Atlantic weeks away from the nearest continent.
And I am stuck here for the foreseeable future.
I went up to the deck immediately after sealing up the
leak. And I discovered that the spike
is actually attached to a greater structure that runs deep
beneath the ocean surface, it almost seems to be some kind of
large metal Spire. It's covered in Rust and
Barnacles and a great portion of it rises.
Several feet above the water. It is for Sharp spikes.
Shooting from each side, one of, which is the one that has
pierced my home. I will investigate further
tomorrow. Friday, February 17th.
I spent the remainder of yesterday, hauling flood water
out of the cabin. It took me several hours to
accomplish, but at least it's dry down there again.
Mostly anyway, I have also furled up all the sales on the
boat, and they will remain. So indefinitely, unless I
somehow managed to get free from the Spire without a hitch, which
I highly doubt. This was done so that the spike
wouldn't break open the hall again, when a powerful gust of
wind hits the sales as for the Spire, I am no closer to
understanding what it is or why it's there.
I hopped in for a swim this morning in order to better serve
a the structure and as soon as I breached the surface and
overwhelming sensation of dread overcame me, I have lived by the
sea, my entire life and have never been affected by the fear
of deep water before. But seeing how deep that
structure descended into the dark and murky depths below
cents. Freeze up my spine, I don't know
quite how to explain it but the whole situation felt strange.
Yes, I am aware that the structure itself is inherently
an anomaly, but that's not what I am talking about here.
I felt this sort of low hum radiating through my body, as I
swim and all of a sudden I felt exposed paranoid that something
would emerge from the deep and drag me down with it.
I looked down and through my swimming goggles, stared Into
the Blue abysmal, ocean depths, and I swear, I could feel
something staring back. Back at me, needless to say, I
quickly got back on the boat after that.
I think it will be a while before I dare enter the ocean
again, Friday, February 17th. Entry number 2.
After my morning. Swim with the Spire, I began
attempting to establish, contact with Emergency Services.
I didn't think I would need to write another entry for today,
but a couple of strange things have been happening.
So I reckon it is for the best if I document everything moving
forward, firstly, Signal seem to be wavering whenever I try to
communicate over the airwaves, I get in return.
Only a chorus of static with some barely intelligible chatter
scattered in there somewhere. I also have an extremely weak
internet connection but Considering how frail it is, I
might as well be offline. I have broadcasted an SOS signal
multiple times now but I am unsure.
If it has actually reached anybody or not, if someone is
indeed coming, it would take about a week or two to reach me,
depending on what kind of Of ship they're using.
Hopefully, my Rescuers will arrive by way of aircraft
because I'm not terribly confident that my makeshift plug
will last more than a few days at best.
And I would hate to one morning wake up on the bottom of the
ocean. I will spend the rest of my
evening trying to reach the mainland, but as it stands, I
don't have High Hopes. I will admit my circumstances
are beginning to look more dire with each passing second.
And I am starting to become increasingly worried that I will
actually perish out here. February 18th.
I woke up to a small leak today but I managed to seal it up with
relative ease. I still haven't heard back from
any emergency services and the radio is no different today than
it was yesterday. Contemplating my options I sat
on the deck basking in the lukewarm Mid-Atlantic morning
sun when I heard a strange sound, it sounded like a faint
Splash sticking out from the calm ocean Ambience, like a sore
thumb instinctively, I looked down searching for the source of
the sound. I scanned the Azure Waters
without finding anything at first and I was ready to give
up. When I laid my eyes on a
peculiar stream of bubbles rising to the surface as they
breach. The water, the signature
splashing sound could be heard momentarily satisfied that I
managed to locate the noise. I began pondering what it could
actually be. I'd never seen anything like it
before. Sure, I've seen bubbles before,
in my 10 years of sailing, but this was different before I had
the chance to come up with a plausible explanation.
Ian, they suddenly disappeared puzzled, I stared out into the
blue expanse, looking for any trace of what could have caused
them. Then I heard a familiar sound a
little to my left as I turn my head I once again saw the focus
stream of bubbles rising to the surface only this time, it was
closer to the stern. I walked across the deck and
resume, studying the strange phenomenon, the bubbles were too
far away from the boat for it to be the cause and the only other
explanation for what it could be that I could think of was
Passing submarine or perhaps a hydrothermal vent, although it
looked to be neither before. I had the chance to reach a
satisfying, conclusion, the bubbles perpetually increased in
size and ferocity and it was as if that particular point in the
ocean had all of a sudden turned into a raging jacuzzi, the
bubbles erupted from the surface and spewed water everywhere.
And I felt a few droplets trickle down my forehead.
But just, as suddenly as they had appeared, they vanished
Without a Trace. And the ocean was put in an
eerie state of Tranquility dumbfounded.
I stood there in silence wondering if what I had just
seen had even occurred or if it was just a figment of my
imagination. I got my answer pretty quickly
though. As I spotted movement writhing
beneath the waves, I leaned forward on the railing intently
inspecting. The strange object that was
emerging from deep below me as it got closer.
Reflective shades of a greenish, white began to Shimmer in the
sunlight as the creature surfaced.
A quizzical, Grimace contoured across my face and I was Left
with more questions than answers, with its belly up.
The fish lifelessly Rose to the top of the water.
It looked to be a standard Atlanta carrying a small silver
colored fish that has provided me with many excellent meals
during my time at sea, but seeing it just turn up dead.
Like, that made me feel uneasy. Surely it must have been
connected to those strange bubbles.
Right. As I contemplated grabbing my
net and fishing it out of the sea, I spotted movement in the
corner of my eye. I turned around and to see
another Herring mere feet away from the first also floating
lifelessly in the water. Then another one surfaced, a
short distance away followed by another and then yet another be
Eerie sight made my jaw drop to the floor and I stood there
perplexed just watching the dozens of dead fish floating on
the waves. I still can't wrap my mind
around how or why that happened. As I said the mysterious stream
of bubbles must have been responsible in some way but how
I wish I had an adequate internet connection.
That I could Google it or something, as for the rest of
the day. Nothing remarkable happened.
I have decided to spend the remainder of the evening, inside
the Cozy, confines of the cabin, as I feel a bit apprehensive
about staying out on Deck now, especially after dark, first the
spire. And now this, I don't know,
something just feels a bit odd. Can't wait to get the hell out
of here. Sunday, February 19th.
I have no idea how I didn't notice them before whilst
preparing breakfast. Stand the galley, I glanced over
to the thick Spike still Pierce through the hole.
I routinely inspected for leaks one, my eye is caught a strange
pattern engraved on the rusty surface.
I put down my sizzling, frying, pan and walked over to
investigate upon closer examination.
I could faintly make out a series of strange patterns and
symbols, they look to be ruins of some kind.
I ripped out a page from this, very logbook placed it on top of
the icons and started tracing them with a pencil.
It's finished. I was left with four other
worldly symbols two of them look like a hashtag coupled with tiny
spirals scattered about and the remaining two are way too
intricate and detailed for me to be able to even attempt to
describe. This only made me more curious
as to what the purpose and origins of the Spire.
Truly are how deep does it to send, what lies at the bottom?
What does it do? These were all questions I vowed
to answer. And so I came up with a plan to
do. So, in my late 20s, I used to
work part-time as an assistant, oceanographer one of the
projects. I worked on required as to use
these specialized deep-sea cameras to chart, the bottom of
a trench, right? By the southern coast of
Argentina, these cameras were able to withstand immense
pressure up to five hundred atmospheres to be exact.
It also just so happens that I own one of these cameras though,
I haven't used it in close to half a decade.
Hopefully, it will still turn on if it doesn't.
I'll just abandon the idea. My plan is to attach the The
recording camera to a rope and lower it to the sea floor next
to the Spire in hopes that I may come closer to understanding
this enigmatic structure once. And for all as I'm writing this,
I just noticed some water spilling into the cabin, so I'll
have to take care of that first. But after that, I'll spend the
rest of the day preparing, the equipment for the abysmal
descent. Hopefully, I can get things
ready and going by noon, if not, I'll postpone the Expedition
until tomorrow morning. Sunday, February 19th, entry
number to thank God, the camera still worked.
I spent close to an hour, tweaking and modifying it,
restoring it to its full functionality.
Once more under normal circumstances, it is possible to
view the camera feed live through the use of a computer
and even make real-time movements and zoom ins with it.
But for some reason, the computer is unable to maintain a
steady connection with the camera for longer than a minute
before everything cuts to static.
So I Opted, for a more traditional method.
The plan was to set the camera to record and then manually
lower it to the sea floor there. I'll let it sit for a couple of
minutes before reeling it back up to the surface after that.
I'll connect it to the computer and review the footage.
Hopefully, I will get clearer Imaging even though I can't
control it remotely. And so, I did just that I tied a
strong nylon rope around the camera and securely.
Fastened, it I have a near endless supply of ropes and
chords in my utility. Closet.
So I was never worried about running out of depth.
I picked up the equipment and went up on Deck.
It was the middle of the afternoon but I still had a
couple of hours left of sunlight.
I tied the other end of the Rope to the railing of the boat and I
set the camera to record as I walked up to the starboard side
right next to where the Spire breached, the surface of the
water. I stared down into the cold
depths below the ocean. Somehow seemed darker today,
coded in an unnerving veil of dark black eyes.
Shuttered for a moment but then felt relief in the fact that it
was only the camera that would get submerged and not myself.
I double check to see if everything was still working as
intended and then I carefully lowered the camera into the
water. I watched as it slowly faded
from view sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss.
It was an eerie sight as I kept on, lowering the camera.
I pictured all the things that could be down there.
I imagined an abundance of rare, deep-sea fish and creepy
Crustaceans with uncomfortably Farmlands, you know, the sorts
of things, one would expect, populating the ocean floor, your
typical Angela, fish and horseshoe crabs, maybe even a
giant squid. If I was lucky but then I
wondered what else would be down there.
What unnatural sites, would greet me as the camera reached
the base of the Spire what was it?
The bottom Atlantis Rapture mermaids.
I'm not sure how long I stood there endlessly lowering
hundreds upon hundreds of feet of rope down into the murky.
See I glanced up and watched as the sun, was beginning to set on
the horizon, painting everything in a Serene orange Hue.
And then I felt the Rope relaxed as if the camera had finally
reached the seafloor. A jolt of excitement, course
through me and I actually felt a bit nervous and my mind I
pictured what the camera was looking at at this very moment
and soon I would be able to view it as well.
I let it sit on the bottom for a couple of minutes.
Before I begin the tedious task of reeling, it back up, things
were going well until I see. We felt a bit of resistance
while pulling I looked down and observed a strange abundance of
bubbles rising to the surface similar to the bubbles.
I had seen only a couple of days prior I thought it was strange
but continued as usual. But then to my utter shock and
horror the Rope began violently tugging the same way of fishing
rod. Does once you've caught
something big, I was completely perplexed and I began panicking.
I strained, my arms and desperately tried to resist, but
whatever force was put pulling the other end of the Rope was
way stronger than me. The tugging became so violent
that I had to let go of the Rope out of fear of rope burn.
I watched helplessly as more and more rope flew over the edge of
the boat and disappeared into the water.
Whatever it was kept dragging the camera further away from the
boat soon. There wouldn't be enough rope
left and it would start tugging on the boats railing what it
breaks the railing, or maybe as absurd, as it seems start
dragging the boat under. I couldn't chance it.
I rushed downstairs into the cabin and grab the first knife.
I could find, I hurried back up and began, severing the not that
was tied around. The starboard side railing
beside me. I could hear the sound of rope
rapidly flying overboard with each passing second, the wave of
relief, washed over me as the knife.
Cut the last fiber of the not releasing its grasp on the boat.
Though it was regrettable that I had just lost my expensive,
deep-sea camera equipment, I was just happy to be out of Harm's
Way. The last piece of rope Oops,
sank into the ocean and a sudden sense of Serenity was cast
across the waves. Everything was quiet, and the
sun was setting cautiously. I moved toward the edge once
more staring into the Hostile World below and I questioned the
events, prior my mind raced to come up with a logical
explanation but I fell short. Did a shark accidentally
swallowed, the camera, the forest seemed a bit excessive
for it to be a shark. And why would it move so fast
and violently? If it did a great, Darkness fell
upon me as I realized I would never be able to see the
astonishing footage. The camera had recorded and the
mysteries of the Spire would forever remain unanswered.
If only I had been able to view it life as I am writing this
entry, I realized that I am left with a newfound fear of the
ocean. Now, everything that has been
happening. These past few days has warped.
My perception of what used to be a place of happiness.
For me. Had the events of today, even
occurred it all feels so surreal, so implausible, I I
think it's best that I go to bed now, it's been a rough day, but
as the boat rocks up and down on the waves, I will lay in my bed
and imagine the abyss and the creatures that lurk just Out Of
Reach below me. Good night, Monday, February
20th, more dead fish. Floated up to the surface today.
At least 50 by my count. I'm apprehensive about cooking
them out of fear that whatever caused their demise might still
remain in them as a toxin or something.
The last thing I need is food poisoning Worse.
I have also had a few strange sightings of something circling
the boat. The first time I saw it was this
morning when I sat on the deck doing maintenance on some lines
that had Twisted. I heard a kind of blowing sound
reminiscent of when a whale or dolphin surfaces to take a
breath. I quickly turned around just as
the culprit fully submerged itself.
I wasn't able to get a clear view, but I saw a dark shadow
disappear beneath the waves initially?
I suspected it may have been an orca and This got me a bit
anxious as killer whales have been known to attack sailboats
on multiple occasions I continued working but remained
Vigilant the next and last sighting happened in the
afternoon just as the sun was beginning its descent on the
horizon. It had been a very humid day and
as a result a thick layer of fog rested on top of the water.
I was inspecting, the peculiar weather phenomena when I
initially spotted, it way off. In the distance, maybe a mile
out in the ocean. I saw a dark circular shape.
Poke out of the water still as a statue thinking it may have been
debris at first. Strain my eyes to properly gauge
what I was looking at the listening rays of light went
through the thick haze from above.
And I saw the light bounce off the wet object along with two
reflective dots that stared right back at me and then
whatever it was blinked, the whole ordeal reminded me of that
famous, Theodore Kittleson painting, my heart sank, as I
realized that whatever I was looking at was alive and
observing me just as I was observing It, I was revolted and
took a step back, only to see The Entity vanish under the
water. A couple of hours passed since,
and I was in The Galley cooking. Supper, the strange sightings
had almost slipped my mind when I heard a bone chilling.
Sound coming from the porthole behind me.
I heard a distinct tapping on the window Goosebumps flooded my
body and I didn't dare turn around frightened by what I may
have seen on the other side of that glass.
The tapping continued ominously echoing throughout the cabin.
Then an ear-splitting Screech filled the air.
Do you know the sound a chalkboard makes when you drag
your nails across it? Yeah it sounded just like that
against every fiber of my being telling me not to turn around.
I looked over my shoulder but I saw nothing nothing except for
three, distinct scratch marks running along the glass surface
of the porthole, I quickly locked.
My cabin door pulled over the curtains and began writing this
entry. As I'm sitting here fearful of
what lurks outside, I desperately hope.
At emergency services are on their way.
I don't know how much longer I have Tuesday.
February 21st, the oppressive darkness of the night still
dominated the sky. As I awoke this morning
confused, I checked my watch and it read for 23 in the morning, I
wasn't due to wake up for another three hours but for some
reason I laid wide awake in bed, listening to the waves crashing
into the sailboat. I made an attempt to look out of
the small port hole situated across the room, but I saw
Nothing. But avoid people often
underestimate how dark it can actually get out at Sea and the
middle of the night. It is impossible to see anything
further away than where the light emitted from your boat can
reach, you can't even see the water surrounding you only a
vacuum of Darkness. I'm not prone to randomly waking
up this early. So I laid still listening for
any out of place. Sounds, I was on high alert and
I felt slightly paranoid. Remembering the strange events
of the day. Prior didn't exactly help you.
Either my subconscious mind was obviously telling me that
something was wrong, but I had no idea of knowing what her?
Why? Then I heard it.
A rhythmic creaking came from the deck above me.
The sound was reminiscent of something, heavy trudging across
the boat. I sat up intently concentrating
on the noise. I heard the sound move from the
front of the bow, all the way to the stern.
They were slow and heavy footsteps.
I was certain of it along with adrenaline and immense sense of
Terror shot through my body and Froze in place.
A part of me speculated that it may have been people from a
rescue crew though. Deep down I knew it was not the
case. The steps moved in a Sinister
manner, I could tell my ship could have been boarded by
Pirates but it was highly unlikely.
I would encounter them all the way out here especially in the
middle of the night. I always made sure to turn off
all the lanterns on the boat before going to bed.
I heard the Creeks move toward the door to the cabin.
And I held my breath, praying, that whatever was outside
couldn't get in a Series of thuds echoed through the boat.
And I felt the walls Trumbull is something was savagely bashing
against the door terrified. I rose out of bed.
And grabbed the knife that rested on the nightstand,
clutching it tightly. In my pale hand, I stood there,
motionless listening to the deafening beating of my heart
accompanied by the banging of wood.
As I pointed the knife toward the bedroom door, if whatever
was out there managed to get into the cabin, it could just as
easily rip down the frail, bedroom door still, it provided
me with some level of comfort. Knowing that there was at least
one more barrier between us but just, as quickly as it had
arrived, the barrage of thumping, abruptly stopped and
everything fell quiet once. More the heavy steps moved away
from the cabin door and shortly after a loud Splash could be
heard. Was it gone?
I stood there for hours. Frozen until the first rays of
light danced across the waves and the sun rose on the horizon.
It was only then that I felt brave enough to step out of my
room and into the cabin, nothing seemed out of place in the cabin
except for the giant protruding Spike, of course, but I dreaded
opening the cabin door and stepping out on Deck.
What if it was still there? Just waiting for me.
What if it had all been a trick knife in hand?
I finally mustered up the courage to approach the door.
As I swung it open my heart skipped a beat when I saw what
greeted me. The exterior of the door was
covered in scratch marks and deep indentations, and a pool of
water had gathered on the floor. But that's not the site that
horrified me. The most no far from it.
What really got me worked up with seeing the deep sea camera
that I lost yesterday sitting on the stairs leading up to the
deck. It was battered and bruised, but
it still remains somewhat. Intact, I quickly grabbed the
camera and rushed inside. I booted up my computer and
connected it to the camera. I didn't want to question.
Why, or how it ended up there? I was just thankful to have it
back while the footage was loading, I mentally prepared
myself for the sites that it had captured.
Tuesday, February 21st, deep-sea camera footage.
Log the recording starts off as you would expect.
I can see myself turning the camera on, and then bringing it
toward the edge of the boat. I throw it overboard and the
camera breaches the surface of the water, as it begins to sink
bubbles flood the screen, making it hard to see anything past
them, but they eventually subside, and the top of the
Spire is revealed the built in depth display on the camera.
Tells me how deep down it is in real time.
I 50 feet beneath the waves, the spire broadens and becomes
thicker and more sturdy. It is still covered in Rust and
Barnacles, however it stands as a stark contrast against the
endless blue expense at the one minute and 50 seconds.
Mark, The Haunting Cry of a whale can faintly be heard in
the background. Through the device has
microphone as the camera sinks deeper, it becomes gradually
darker in the ocean at 100 feet. It seems the Spire connects to a
larger rectangular Foundation like that of Top of a
skyscraper. The building is covered in algae
and seaweed and it looks to be extraordinarily derelict though.
It might resemble a skyscraper inform.
The architecture is completely alien and design.
It looks like it's made out of rock, or maybe concrete with a
few metal support beams scattered about.
It also looks organic, I don't know what else to call it.
I guess. It kind of reminds me of that
weird Church in Barcelona. The Sagrada Familia or whatever.
It's called, it is. Several ornamental lines and
carving stretching all the way down its surface.
I can't understate how large this thing is, it takes up over
half the screen and the further down the camera sinks the
broader. The structure becomes at 350
feet, small. Cavernous orifices.
Begin to form along the walls, the openings look like they run
deep within the structure and they seem intentional as opposed
to the product of erosion, suddenly a stream of bubbles,
obscures the camera feed, and it begins spinning.
Controllably, I lean forward in my chair and desperately try to
look beyond the bubbles but it is useless a deafening static
sound can also be heard as the camera shambles around, when the
bubbles finely dispersed, the camera stabilizes and finds
itself down, 600 feet below the surface.
It's dark down here but I'm still able to see the structure.
If it gets dark enough, the camera will automatically turn
on powerful flood lights and switch to night vision.
So I'm not worried that I will lose the picture.
The structure is cast in a dark blue hue.
No and the surrounding ocean is nearly black at this point a
school of fish swims by and I observe a multitude of
crustaceans crawling along the surface of the building the
deeper down. You get the less the structure
looks like a building and instead resembles more natural
sub aquatic formations what looked to be corals make up the
outer layer of the building now but it is still possible to see
original architecture with the decorative rooms that are etched
into the walls, the Engravings. To contain the exact same
symbols, as those on the spike that I previously made a sketch
of at 800 feet, the ocean is completely black and the devices
automated floodlights kick in Illuminating, the surrounding
Waters and a ghastly Green Glow. The orifice is scattered about
the structure, our larger know. And if I were to guess, I would
say they would serve as entrances into the building, a
sudden crash catches me off guard and I jolt up in my seat,
the camera stands still, it seems I have reached the sea,
Floor particles of sand, fly everywhere.
And the camera is temporarily blinded.
Once the dust has settled, I get a clear view of the surrounding
Abyss, this and below is completely white.
And there are a couple of Critters crawling along the
ground. I got because I noticed what has
become of the structure and enormous, primordial gate meets
my gaze. You could probably fit a blue
whale in there. If you tried it is decorated
with intricate patterns and through the cracks of its
massive iron doors. You can clearly see a bright
light source emanating from somewhere within upon
witnessing, the extraordinary find Pitts began to fill in my
stomach and shivers run up my spine as sense of dread overtook
me who or what was the gate for. I felt nauseous just at the
thought of this structure even existing in the first place.
Much less that it was located directly below me, the camera
lingers on the gate for a while before in a jagged motion, it
starts to ascend, this must have been the point where I started
reeling it in The gate is still visible as the camera Rises
upwards though it is slowly fading out of frame.
However, in the final moments before the gate is out of view,
entirely a rapid commotion of Shadows, can be seen moving
behind the gate obscuring, the Light Between the gaps and just
as the gate completely disappears.
From view one can clearly see the doors begin to open allowed
creaking. Sound ripples through the water
as the gate unlocks, and thousands of bubbles release
from the newly formed opening partially blinding the Ra as the
camera continues to ascend fast, Shadow swim by in the distance.
Just Out Of Reach, making them impossible to identify a
low-pitched and distorted cry is picked up by the microphone.
The best way to describe it would be to say it.
Sounded like a mix between a whales cry and a dog's bark.
I haven't heard anything like it before something swims by right
in front of the camera and the device is sent spiraling out of
control before it has the chance to stabilize itself.
It is hit again. And this time I'm at is shrouded
in darkness and the audio cuts out, the screen is black, but
the depth display shows it to sending at an impossibly fast
rate. Then the feed cuts out the video
just stops, or if I'd, I sat still in front of my computer, a
flurry of thoughts racing through my mind, but none of
them were pleasant. I examine the camera itself and
upon closer inspection. See, what looks to be bite marks
stretched across its surface. I will spend the rest of my day
for defying, the entire Urban making sure that nothing can get
in. I will make this sailboat an
impenetrable Fortress. I'm not taking any chances not
anymore. I have a feeling that whatever
was here. Last night, we'll return,
Thursday, February, 23rd. I'm afraid.
This might be my final entry yesterday was busy, so I didn't
have time to write. I don't have much time now, so
I'll try to make it short. I apologize as mentioned
earlier. I have fortified the entire
sailboat making it Really impossible for anyone to get
inside. And boy, am I glad I did last
night, a flurry of attacks, suddenly erupted from all sides
of the boat, without morning something began, aggressively
scratching at the whole, banging on the door biting at the walls,
Etc. You get the idea.
I still don't know if there are more of them or if it is just a
large singular entity, but whatever it is desperately.
Wants to get inside the cabin and I fear, it's not just for a
social visit either, thankfully it Seems to be docile during the
day, but just as soon the sun disappears from The Horizon, it
comes out to play. It is currently one hour until
sundown and I have done everything I could possibly do
to prepare myself for the events that will transpire tonight.
I have armed myself with several knives and done, some push-ups
for morale. I am almost certain this will be
my hand, however, as the cabin door, won't withstand another
attack and to top it all off, as if my situation couldn't get any
more hopeless, a steady stream of Water has begun leaking in
from the damn Spike. Stuck in my home.
I can't emphasize enough how much I load the site of it.
That thing is, the sole reason. I am caught up in my horrible
conundrum in the first place. I'm not sure how many days I've
been out here. I think it's only been a week,
but it feels like a lifetime whatever happens tonight.
My suffering. Here, will come to an end
though. I highly doubt I will emerge
Victorious. I have spent most of the day
typing up all the relevant locks digitally and hopefully My
frail. Internet connection is able to
upload it somewhere. It will be my lasting Legacy and
my story will serve as a cautionary tale to any Sailors
daring enough to cross the Atlantic.
I can hear it outside. Now, time is running out, I can
hear a deep guttural growl Bellow from the depths and the
sound is loud enough to send vibrations through the boat.
Something is coming. This will be my final message.
If you spot a giant Rusty Spire sticking out of the water in the
middle of the ocean, stay clear of it at all.
Costs, whatever is down there is unfathomably ancient and it is
not made by humans goodbye. We had been checking weather
reports tirelessly for two weeks until we finally found our spot.
The following week should be nothing but sun and smooth wins.
So we tentatively decided that to be our slot are small crew,
consisted of me and my friends Josie and Frank, Josie's dad on
the boat, and he still needed to sign off on our plan.
So we had to reserve it ahead of time and make sure that we got
it back in pristine condition on the dot and preferably with a
nice coating of wax or whatever. They use to make boats shine
like candied apples. Monday arrived in.
The weather was still solid and Josie's.
Dad had reluctantly signed off on our plan so we decided not to
wait any longer and take it out the next day.
The idea was to have a two-day many crews, just us hanging out
on the boat and maybe docking it for the night at a nearby Town.
Although Josie's dad was a hard head he had taught her how to
drive and maintain the boats and she was a kid.
So really the worst thing that could happen is that we wouldn't
have enough snacks. Me and Frank met at the parking
lot and saw Josie standing on the boat.
At the end of the dock. Her dad was with her.
Lecturing her about some winter. Other Josie rolling.
Her eyes next to him, barely maintaining her attention.
He really can't leave her alone even for a couple days.
Kenny, Frank asked keeping his voice low, as we stepped on the
languedoc. Josie are the boat.
Frank chuckled then quickly returned his resting poker face
as we reach the boat. Josie's dad turning around as he
heard the planks creaking. Peeking under our feet before he
could say anything Josie. Ran up from behind him and said
hi, boys. You brought the food and snacks
and the five gallons of booze. I assume II Captain, we replied
in unison, it was Josie's dad's turn to roll his eyes.
Well I'll leave you to it, he said to Josie, starting to walk
down the small ramp down to the dock and remember, two days, no
more. I expect you to bring her back
in one piece. Sure thing, dad.
That was Josie's way of saying yes I get it already.
Josie's dad gave us a stern look followed by a slight nod as he
walked past us. He never really liked me or
Frankie a bunch of hooligans as he'd once called us when we were
kids for the record. Me and Frankie didn't like the
guy either. So at least the feeling was
Mutual after her, dad was out of earshot Josie.
Yelled. Are you ready?
Kids putting on her damnedest pirate voice?
Aye, aye Captain, we screamed and sprinted.
Up the ramp and into the boat after an exchange of hugs, we
unloaded our groceries into the mini fridge below deck.
Then met up with Josie, who was already sitting inside the helm
ready to leave crew. She asked, let's rock this boat.
Frank replied, the amount of bad jokes.
This early in the morning, was surely a great indication for
what the rest of the day held. It wasn't long until the shore
behind us was gone. The tranquill Open Sea,
spreading out in all directions. Josie seem to know, We were
going but at that point I could no longer discern what direction
we had even come from me and Frank sunbathed and joked
around, on the deck until Josie emerged.
From her cocoon like control spot.
Sorry to interrupt your hilarious hijinks but I propose
we have some lunch soon. Like Destiny, the word lunch
produced a unified Grumble from both me and Frank stomachs.
The universal sound of food. Please, we can stay here for a
while then we could start heading towards the town Josie
said. Feeling bad that she was doing
all the heavy lifting. I asked her you need any help
it's your boat and us your honored guests.
So don't be afraid to command us captain please Josie replied
when I get a chance to drive this boat.
I take it dad's been hogging it like crazy all summer.
Besides, it's not like you guys even know what half of the
things on this boat are called let alone what they're used for.
Well, that's the driver's seat. Frank said pointing at the helm.
That's called a My dear Frank, you just earned yourself the
honorary job of heating up our lunch.
This ain't no Ford Prius. I see he replied as he got up
and started to take lazy strides towards below deck.
Toyota I said what priest his Toyota not Ford.
Come on, let's go make lunch for the captain.
I got up to follow Frank, nodding approvingly to Josie.
We achieved microwave meals for lunch seeing as the boat didn't
have a stove top or an oven For some reason, maybe it was the
soothing sounds of the ocean, lazily slapping, the boat, or
the warm afternoon sun, the food to fight its low expectations
and tasted great afterwards. We had a little siesta where I
almost fell asleep. Until Josie said, shall I take
course towards the town then through a straw hat laid across
his face. Frank mumbled II, you sure you
don't need any help. I asked Joe see once again but
she was already jumping into the helm excited to get back at it.
You guys just chill. I'll get us where we need to, as
the motor, soothing hum returned, I got myself a bag of
chips and sat on the deck watching The Horizon.
Frank still had the Hat on his face which either meant that he
didn't want to be bothered or that he'd fallen asleep.
Either way, I was happy to just sit under the sun as the boat
slowly rolled towards our destination.
Cutting a line into the smooth. Water behind us.
Prep Josie screened, I must have fallen asleep and as I got up
the half-eaten bag of chips Crushed, under my foot?
What Josie, what's wrong? What's going on?
Frank parroted, as he stood up the Hat, falling beside him.
There's a storm coming Josie said as she frantically pressed
buttons, her eyes darting across the dashboard of the helm.
I turned around and looked at the Horizon dread filled me.
As I saw an infinitely wide, wall of dark clouds.
Spread across the sky, making contact with the water in a
misty gray curtain. I noticed that the ocean was no
longer level. Was rippled with small waves
that thumped the sides of the boat in eager anticipation.
I thought it was supposed to be nothing but clear skies.
Frank said he'd walk beside me taking in the terror Beyond the
Horizon. Exactly Sherlock.
It came out of nowhere Josie snapped holding the wheel
tightly in her right hand. As she fiddled something with
her left. Okay, Josie.
I know this might sound stupid, but bear with, why are we going
towards the storm? I asked trying to not seem
disingenuous as I turned around to face her, she give a Sia
stopping what she was doing and looked me in the eyes.
That's where the town is. It's the closest place to dock
right now and the storms moving faster than any I've ever seen.
If we go back, it'll catch up to us and we're screwed.
If we go through, it will spend the least amount of time inside
it giving us at least a chance, a chance at what Frankie asked a
chance of getting out of here. Any port in a storm?
I guess I said trying to The mood to which Frank gave me a
concerned look here, had turned cool.
So I went and changed to warmer clothing, Frank doing the same
coming back up to the top. I saw that.
The storm had moved closer a lot closer.
Josie instructed us to put on life jackets and to stay below
deck, not to come out unless she asked us to we put on the puffy
orange jackets and promptly hunkered down below.
The increasing waves were already rocking the boat
uneasily. Are we going to die?
Die. Frank asked his voice whimpering
as he looked up at me from the opposite bench.
Although the question had already burrowed itself into my
mind as well. I replied.
No, man, we're not going to die. Like Josie said.
It's just a quick ride through and then we're back on dry land,
hoping that my words held, even a sliver of Truth.
In a matter of minutes, the sky turned dark and the boat started
jumping on weighs like a roller coaster rapidly going up and
down the rain tore into the boat like a In gun is thunder sounded
from across the way lightning flashing the sky white
erratically, Frank's lunch quickly.
Escaped his stomach coming out in an arc of brownish green
vomit that splattered across my legs and the floor.
I was too scared to care and he was too frightened to apologize.
The storm kept getting worse. The waves becoming larger as
evidenced by the deeper Dives and longer ascensions, water was
constantly slamming the deck, some of it, trickling down to
our feet, through the two small windows that Cabin had, it was
near impossible to know whether we were on top of the water or
under it or which way was up or down.
Although the storm was loud. I could still hear Josie cursing
and screaming as she battled the waves and tried to keep us
afloat which was the only indication that she hadn't been
swallowed Into the Depths below. Frank was sweating bullets.
His face a pale white, I wasn't doing much better.
Either the words it's going to be okay repeating in my mind
slowly. The storm started to ease up the
waves thin. Out.
And the rain becoming only a slight pattern.
Neither, Frank or me said anything though, not wanting to
jinx it before we were safely back on land soon.
The boats rocking lesson severely and I could see
Sunshine coming through the windows.
Hey, guys. You okay, you can come up now.
Josie yelled, her inflection, hesitant, but calm, Frankie
apologized for the vomit. As we got up and made our way
up. The steps Josie was standing at
the front of the deck tumbling through her soaking wet hair,
with her finger. Hers.
Holy crap, did we just survived the freaking apocalypse?
Frank asked rhetorically his eyes, darting between me and
Josie, Josie you. Okay, I asked.
Yo and fine. She replied waving her hand.
Like nothing abnormal had happened at all.
I walked up next to her and said we got through it, didn't we?
Now just, let's get ourselves back on land a while.
If that's the problem. What do you mean?
Well, look, she said holding her hand, At the pale Horizon like
she was presenting it on an invisible platter.
Where's the town? What do you mean?
Where's the town? We got through the storm.
So shouldn't we be able to get through to a know?
That's the thing. It should be right in front of
us. Where's the storm?
Frankie yelled from the back of the boat.
What do you mean? Where's the storm?
We just went through it. Josie yelled, an annoyance,
still appearing at the Horizon for Pete's sake.
Come here, Frank replied. Josie looked at me and rolled
her Her eyes then started walking towards Frank as she
gave a long sigh I followed tepidly behind her, as we reach
the back of the boat. I realized what Frank had meant.
There was no storm nor clouds or even residual waves.
What the hell I exclaimed under my breath, right?
As Josie started sprinting, around the boat.
Looking in all directions. Her head swiveling in frantic
motions. Her hair throwing beads of water
around, like a dog drying up after a swim a minute later.
She joined us pay. Thing and said it's all just
water. There's nothing on any side,
we're in the middle of the ocean, the storms gone, there's
nothing Frapp, Frank muttered, as he started to tap his foot,
on the deck holding himself in a tight hug as he shivered in his
wet clothes. I turned to Josie.
Well, we shouldn't be far off from something.
Right. It's still day and even with the
storm. We couldn't have gone too far.
I could see that Josie was tired.
She looked like she had aged about 10 years in the last 20
minutes. Okay, you're right, let me just
check some things and figure out where to go Josie.
Left for the helm leaving me, and Frank to stare and Silent
horror at the lazy blue ocean that seemed to stretch
infinitely and all directions. After a long minute Josie called
to us, guys. You better come check this out.
She was staring intensely at the dashboard of the helm as we
arrived. Okay, so good and bad news,
which first good please. Frank replied.
Recovered from the Just of the Shivers.
Okay, so the good news is she began still fiddling with
controls. As if to double check her
suspicions, the boat seems to be in running condition.
There's no damage to anything that would prevent us from going
forward. So what's the problem then I
asked check your phones. What me and Frank said in
unison, check if you have a signal internet.
Anything crap. Frank said yeah, mine too.
I replied as I looked at my phone.
And saw that there was absolutely no signal or
Internet. Yeah, I don't have a signal
either. Just had to check and it doesn't
stop there. Josie said, compasses, readings,
all of that it shot. I can't navigate us anywhere and
I have no idea where we are. Frank started to freak out and
walk towards the front of the boat is wet shoes, squishing as
he stomped, angrily, know what the hell do we do?
Well, as I said, we can still move.
The only question is where I have Faint idea of where the sun
was. When we first headed out and I
suggest we try to mimic its movement back to the dock Josie
said, to me while keeping her eye on Frank, Frank was now
squatting on the deck, his hands gripping his neck, as he stared
down at his feet. That sounds smart.
Then if we see the storm, again, we can recalibrate, we should
probably be hitting land at some point, right?
I said to Josie, that's my logic, at least you with us,
Frank. I asked turning to him.
Yo, I guess that sounds smart. You replied in a solemn voice
under his breath need. Any help?
I asked Josie, take care of Frank, she said, quietly, the
best thing we can do is, stay calm Josie.
Revved up the engine and turn the boat around carefully as she
mapped out our approximate Direction and then we left
towards a horizon. That was no different from the
others, guided only by the sun's approximate movements as Josie,
man. The wheel me and Frank cleaned
up below deck and dry dark. Was, as we were finishing up, he
said, he'd stay below deck as he needed some time to think,
looking at the sun, the day was slowly turning to evening.
It was summer. So we still had daylight for a
few more hours. I went up to Josie to see how
she was doing. Frank's below said, he needed
some time to think. I don't blame him.
This is indeed a bit messed up, isn't it logically?
We should hit land at some point.
She replied her eyes fixed on the horizon.
Her presence distant. How are you doing Josie?
You just pulled us through hell, I know you don't need help with
the boat but I'm just saying I'm here.
If you want to talk Josie side and turn to me.
Thanks, I think right. Now what I need is to get us
safely back home. Once we're back you can buy me a
beer and then we can talk I nodded and then turn my head to
look at the Horizon. Noticing something in the
distance, I said Josie, what's that?
She turned her head back to survey the ocean in the
distance. Were small dark Peaks rising
from the ocean. Like the tips of underwater
mountains, Rising above the water that appeared seemingly
out of nowhere. I don't know, but I think we're
going to see soon enough. I stayed with Josie as we
approach the Peaks, as we got closer.
It was obvious that there was no land between them.
Instead, they shot up from the water and thick spirals that
tapered off the higher they reached.
As we got closer, we could finally realize their true size,
although some were smaller than Sirs most were the equivalent of
tall Office Buildings some reaching even higher, they
spiraled and twisted in the air arcing like Blades of grass and
the wind and it seemed like they could fall down at any moment
but they did not move or Shake in the slightest.
There must have been 20 or so and they all looked similar
despite their differences in size dark.
Mostly smooth yet also scratched like charred meat on a grill.
You have any idea what these are?
They look like trees or something except they don't have
leaves or branches. Is I start to Josie, never seen
anything like it must be some rock formations or something.
Maybe there's an underwater volcano that bursted lava out
and it's solidified. I really don't know, but those
should only happen deeper in the ocean far away from Land.
I heard Frank coming up the stairs.
He looked better than he had before his step lighter.
Although I'd been afraid he'd been brooding I guess having
some time to think really did help as he saw the spiraling
Towers. His face turned into a twisted
and Confused half frown. As he said, what the heck are
those? We don't know I replied but it's
the only thing we've seen so far.
Soon the closest spiral Tower, just a mere 200 yards away.
It's wide shade casting upon the boat from a distance.
It had been hard to decipher the dark structures but upon closer
inspection, it was clear that their Anatomy was abnormal
stretches of surface material were mostly smooth but all of
the spirals seem to have slight craters.
We're formed Above the Rest of the exterior.
It looked like they had been bombarded by meteors of
differing sizes. Although even if this had been
the case, how had they not been immediately broken.
I do not know. They were Beyond any logic, I
could muster. So anyone know what we're
looking at? Josie asked, surprising, both me
and Frank. She was usually the one to know
things. I was just tagging along for the
ride. No clue Captain replied.
Frank as he stared upwards in dismay at the Towering spiral.
Still, no, I said suddenly the boats and shot up followed by
the front as sending us. A good ten yards in mere
seconds. Frank and I were knocked down on
the deck. But Josie managed to hold on, to
the walls, surrounding the helm, the boat kept rocking as waves,
hit us from behind. I slowly stood up with my knees
bent for support and went to help out Frank who was still
laying on the deck, his eyes wide and panic.
Once I'd gotten Frank up, Josie had already managed to make her
way to the back of the boat. We Down to the railings, along
the boats age and walked as fast as we could through.
The oceanic turbulence to catch up with her.
Once I saw, what had produced those waves, I wanted to get
back to land more than I ever had before in the distance tends
more of the spirals had emerged from the ocean, some even larger
than the ones we'd seen. They drip with water and some
were covered in green sludge somehow, they'd been quiet.
Merely disturbing the water as they shot up.
We need to move. One of those things could shoot
up under the boat. And sink the whole thing Josie
screamed running back. Inside the helm, as the waves
slowly, calm down and became smaller.
I leaned on the railing to see if there was something
underneath us, not that there was much, I could do even if I
saw a gigantic spiral shooting up from the depths the water
beneath, the surface was unmoving holding in Abyssal
Darkness. It seemed as if the light
penetrated less than it had before.
And what was deep below? Was nothing but pitch, black
shadow ins just as I was about to disembark and head.
It's Josie something moved in the water, I crane my neck
farther over the railing to get a better look, it looked like
two large. Masses were separating from each
other. Unearthing a ravine Josie had
gotten the Boat Moving, and we were starting to turn towards an
opening between two of the spirals as the boat circled, I
got a better view of what lay below the Ravine widened and
inside it, I could see a dark. Why does she low-mass peeking
through as Josie, cranked us up to speed?
The yellow Mass had opened up into a Large oval shape, that
seemed to span across the ocean floor.
It's Center held a deep dark circle.
That sucked in light as if it were a black hole, twisting all
things inside of it, then it closed up.
I sighed in relief. Hoping that no more spirals
would emerge, suddenly, it opened up again in a furious
motion, wider than before into a perfect circle, then it hit me,
it was an eye larger than anything I could think of,
although we were moving at full speed, it was so gargantuan that
we weren't making any Headway. Way.
It had blinked Josie, Frank. I screamed as I turned around
and saw Frank on the opposite railing looking down at the
water witnessing. The same thing, I was seeing
Frank, turned me his face, a washed white and his mouth
slightly a gape. Their tentacles, look, he
pointed at one of the bigger spirals they have suction cups
and all know, as if On Cue, the tentacles started to return to
the water splashing as they did. So producing strong currents in
the water. And the boat was immediately
caught up in the chaos, going up and around huge waves and being
dragged by the water shifting, volume Frank spring below deck
and I followed him from the small round windows.
I could see one of the gargantuan tentacles dropping
back into the water. The boat just barely missing its
tip and almost sunk by the shifting ocean Josie ran inside
with us and exclaimed. The storm is back I can't
maneuver the boat worth a damn, as she closed the door behind
her. We were flung to the side.
My ribs hitting one of the cabinets producing a painful
crack. I could hear the rain start to
scratch at the boat and soon, we were engulfed in darkness.
The rain gunning down on us through the waves.
The boat rocked and suede worse than it had before.
And at some points, I was sure we'd gone under buried, into the
deep sea, never to see the sun. Again, we held onto whatever we
could as water trickled through the sealed door and started
pulling up. The floor slowly but steadily
the storm started to pass the boat regaining, its level status
along the water. The darkness outside faded into
a dark red. Once it was possible to stand
with relative ease. We emerged from the cabin and
walked up to the deck. Everyone okay.
Josie asked, I think I'm gonna Frank replied and promptly ran
to grab the edge of the railing and vomited yellow bile into the
water. His stomach empty of food from
before my ribs. Got a beating Ting.
But I don't think anything's broken.
I said, what about you? I'm fine just some bruises.
Look, Josie said walking to the other side of the boat on the
horizon. We saw the Evening, Sun
Illuminating, a crimson glow behind a small town, some 500
yards away, Frank, Josie called out.
Yo, you replied through thick phlegm, that sounded like it was
stuck to his throat and running down his nostrils.
We made it. We docked at the unfamiliar
town. And found a small hotel.
Probably the only one there. Just a quick walking distance
away. Once we got our phones, dried
off, Josie's seem to be the only one that still worked.
As she looked up our location. She nearly dropped the phone on
the ground. I don't know how they were quite
far from home. She said her voice produced in
quick breaths. How far Frank asked some 480.
Miles away, we checked and double checked her phone, but
she was right somehow we'd ended up near Only 500 miles down the
coast into a small fishing town. We were so tired that we decided
to get some sleep before giving the bad news to Josie's dad the
next morning Josie called him up and explain the situation giving
him the simple version a storm had hit us.
And after we got out, we derived here, I could hear the screams,
he gave her through the foam, apparently.
He was sure. We'd driven the boat, all the
way to this ghost town in the middle of nowhere and docked it
here, just to spite him, Josie didn't respond to Much only
apologizing and telling him to come, pick us up a day later.
He arrived furious with us and especially Josie.
Once we showed him the boat, I thought he was going to burst
into a thousand tiny pieces for I'd never seen a man.
So angry before. Although I think he overreacted,
it was true that the boat was in shambles.
There was water damage throughout the Interiors.
Most of the equipment was shot and large, scratches were
present along the exteriors, white paint Josie, begged him,
not to drive. I've the boat back home but he
insisted not hearing a word. Her daughter was saying we drove
his car in arrived home that night as promised.
Me and Josie went out for a beer, a few weeks later, after
her dad had settled down enough, to let her out of the house, we
went through the events of the trip in great detail confirming
to each other. That it really did happen.
Although we disagreed on one thing Josie still thought that
the spirals were just magma turned Rock and the whole thing
was just extremely bad luck. According to her, we Held up by
a super storm or hurricane that moved our boat, on top of an
active underwater volcano and then got hit by that same storm
later as it moved across the ocean at miraculous speeds Earth
theory was that the storm moved us along with it making it
possible to Traverse such tremendous lengths with ease but
Josie didn't see what have been underneath us.
Her theory was that that II saw was simply lava cooling down as
it emerged from the ocean bed but she hadn't seen it blink
Frank of course seen it as well. But I haven't heard from him
much after the incident, according to his mom, he's been
cooped up in his room drawing. Yellow circles on black Pages.
He told her that he needed some time to think.
Jacob, stood at the edge of the dock, a sense of anticipation
coursing through his veins. The Ravens call an impressive
vessel with its tall, masts and Sleek design towered before Him.
He adjusted his cap and tighten the strap of his back ready to
embark on a voyage into the unknown.
As Jacob stepped aboard. The Salty, Sea Breeze tousled,
his hair. The crew bustled around
preparing for the journey ahead Captain O'Sullivan.
A weathered man with a grizzled beard.
Welcome. Jacob Lee the seasoned Sailors
exchanged knowing glances hinting at the enigmatic
Adventures. They were about to undertake the
ship creaked and groaned as it set sail, leaving the safety of
the harbor behind. Jacob watched the shore recede
his heart filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
This was what he lived for the thrill of exploration.
The Uncharted territories that awaited them as night.
Fell the crew gathered on the deck, their voices, carrying
through the crisp, air stories of legendary Sea monsters and
ghostly apparitions danced among the sailors fueling their
imaginations. Jacob listened intently eager to
be part of their camaraderie, and the tales that would soon
become woven into his own experiences.
A sense of unease settled over the ship like a shroud draped
across their Journey? Whispers of Supernatural,
forces, permeated the cruise conversations Tales of sailors,
gone, mad and haunted vessels, lost at sea.
Jacob, couldn't help. But wonder if there was truth
behind the Legends one. Evening as he stood on the deck,
a sudden chill course through his veins.
He caught a glimpse of a pale figure disappearing into the
Shadows, leaving him with a lingering sense of dread.
He brushed it off as a trick of the mind, but the rumors began
to nod his skepticism. Each passing day brought new
Omens and Eerie Mist hung over the water.
Swirling in distorting the Horizon.
Strange sounds echoed from the depths Whispers carried by the
wind superstitious Sailors crossed themselves muttering
prayers under R breath one stormy night.
Jacob found himself alone in the dark.
Keeping Watch Lightning, streaked across the sky
Illuminating. The oceans vast expanse.
His heart raced as he spotted a shadowy silhouette rise from the
water only to vanish in an instant fear gripped, him and
out shattered his skepticism as the ship Venture deeper into the
treacherous Waters tension grip. The crew my knees spread like
wildfire, infecting. Even the most stoical Sailors
Jacob caught in the thick of it. Couldn't ignore the unsettling
atmosphere that surrounded him. It was on a moonless night when
Jacob witnessed his first truly inexplicable event.
The Sealy eerily, still mirroring the starless sky
above, the air grew heavy, you suffocating him as he gazed out
into the abyss from the darkness, a faint glow emerged,
a flickering light, like a spectral, Lantern in the
distance, Jacob's heart pounded as he strained, his eyes, trying
to discern its source. But before he could make sense
of it, the light vanished. Leaving him alone with his
pounding, heart, doubts world and Jacobs mind.
What was real and what was imagined?
The crew Stories haunted him, their faces etched with fear,
the rational part of him urine for logical explanations but
deep down he sense that they had sailed into uncharted waters,
both figuratively and metaphorically the crew once a
tight-knit group. Now fractured under the weight
of uncertainty, Whispers of mutiny and paranoia spread like
wildfire, threatening to tear the ship.
Part. Jacob knew they needed answers a
glimmer of Truth to hold onto amidst, the encroaching
Darkness, as the ship, sailed further into the unknown.
Jacob braced himself for the horrors.
That awaited them, his resolve growing stronger with each
passing moment. They were no longer mere
Sailors, they were embarking on a battle for survival against
forces beyond their comprehension.
The storm descended upon them with a fury unmatched rain,
lashed against the deck driven by violent gusts of wind that
threat. And to sweep everything away.
Thunder crashed overhead. It's booming Echoes, drowning
out, the shouts of the crew. Jacob clung to the ship's
railing, his knuckles turning white with the strain visibility
dwindled. As a dense fog, rolled in
enveloping, the vessel and an impenetrable cloak of Grey.
The Ravens call was adrift in a void of swirling Mist.
As the crew struggled to maintain their footing Panic
grip, their hearts. The storm seemed intent on
tearing the ship apart, testing their resolve.
Jacob's mind, raced with thoughts, of survival, of
finding a way to navigate out of this watery, Labyrinth, suddenly
a bone-chilling shriek pierce, the are cutting through the
cacophony of the Tempest, the crew froze, their eyes wide with
Terror. The sound seemed to emanate from
all directions haunting and otherworldly.
Jacob skin ran cold as the shriek echoed in his ears,
stirring a primal fear within him, the fog, thickened
obscuring, everything Beyond a few feet, the ship drifted
aimlessly trapped in a See limbo time lost, its meaning as the
crew struggled to hold on to their sanity.
Whispers echoed through the fog Whispering secrets and taunting
their fears, the Eerie Stillness that followed, the storm was
broken by faint. Distant cries desperate pleas
for help carried on the Wind, each one chilling, Jacob to the
Bone. But as the crew strain their
ears, they realized the voices, were not coming from outside the
ship, they were from within Jacob's heart pounded, as he
followed the sound, his stepson certain, The missed the cries.
Let him deeper into the ship's Labyrinthian, corridors or
Shadows danced and whispered secrets of their own every
corner. Held a new Terror.
A glimpse of the darkness that had taken hold with trepidation.
Jacob opened a door and was met with a site that shook him to
his core. The crew members stood before
him is hollow and empty repeating the same haunting
phrase over and over. Again, it was as if they were
caught in a loop of Despair trapped in their own personal
torment, the Ocean flared within Jacob, he couldn't stand by.
While his fellow Sailors, were consumed by the malevolent
forces at play, you would find a way to break the cycle to free
them. From the clutches of this
nightmarish fog, the ship became a stage for ghostly apparitions.
Their ethereal forms manifesting at every turn.
Jacob sanity wavered as he witnessed these spectral
figures, they're Hollow eyes filled with Despair and longing.
One night, while standing watch alone, Jacob saw figure
materialized The bow of the ship, a translucent silhouette
illuminated by a pale otherworldly light.
He felt drawn to it as if it held the answers to the Terrors
that plagued them stepping closer.
Jacob saw the figure was that of a woman, her eyes brimming with
sorrow, she reached out as if pleading for help her voice a
mere whisper on the Wind. Jacob could feel her pain seep
into his bones. A sorrow that transcended time
and space, but before he could react the figure dissolved into
mist leaving Jake's, Jacob standing alone in the darkness,
he was filled with a profound sense of loss and ache that
nodded his soul. The operations were more than
mere Phantoms, they were trapped Spirits, yearning for release
Jacobs mind teetered on the edge of Sanity.
As The Haunting apparitions multiplied.
The once, rational, Sailors were now consumed by fear and
paranoia their minds unraveling, with each passing day, the line
between reality and illusion blurred and Jacob found himself
questioning his own sanity. Broad no respite nightmares.
Plagued his Restless mind intertwining with waking visions
that seemed all too real. He could no longer distinguish
between the Phantom Horrors that lurked in the shadows and the
ones that inhabited his own mind Whispers followed him echoing
through the corridors of the ship taunting him with their
secrets. The walls seem to close in
trapping him in a claustrophobic nightmare, but amidst The
Descent into madness. Jacob clung to a glimmer of hope
refusing to surrender completely.
Driven by a desperate need for answers.
Jacob delved into the ship's history.
He scoured age journals, and documents piecing together,
fragments of the past, the Ravens call.
It seemed had a Dark Legacy. One intertwined with curses and
tragedies as he dug deeper. Jacob discovered that each crew
member had a troubled past their personal histories entwined with
the ship's curse. The Revelation sent shivers down
his spine for it, became clear that they were not merely
victims of circumstance, but Players in a malevolent game.
Captain O'Sullivan confided in Jacob, sharing the ship's
darkest secret. You revealed a ritual gone
wrong. A pact made with the unknown,
the crew and their desperate Pursuit Of Glory had unwittingly
invited a malevolent Force onto the vessel of force.
That now sought to consume their souls Jacobs resolved,
solidified, he would not allow history to repeat itself.
You rallied, the remaining crew members determined to break the
cycle, and rid the ship of its ancient.
And curse the time for confrontation had arrived armed
with new found knowledge, in a sense of purpose.
Jacob, and the crew prepare for the ultimate battle.
They devised a plan their minds, sharpened by The Perils.
They had endured together. They would weaken the malevolent
Force. Sever its hold on the ship as
they ventured Into the Heart of the vessel, the air grew heavy
with anticipation, Shadows, twisted and writhed.
As if aware of the impending threat, the crew confronted
their own inner demons facing their fears.
Head-on determined to reclaim their ship in the bowels of the
ship. Jacob face The Entity that had
tormented them all, a loom before him, a Sinister presence,
radiating, Darkness, fear, threatened to consume him, but
he stood tall drawing strength from the United Spirit of the
crew. With every ounce of his being
Jacob fought against the malevolent Force, his weapon.
A blend of courage and resilience the battle waged on
the ship itself, seeming to tremble and response, it was a
clash of Wills. A fight for survival or Victory
meant Liberation and defeat meant Eternal damnation.
As the battle reached, its Crescendo Jacob, Unleashed, a
final decisive, blow the malevolent, Force recoiled, its
grip weakening is shipped rumbled.
One last time before falling into a heavy silence, the
presence dissipated exhausted but triumphant Jacob and the
remaining crew emerged from the depths of the ship, they were
forever changed marked by their harrowing Journey, the ship,
sailed out of the Fog. Leaving behind a legacy of fear
and survival. A testament to the indomitable
human Spirit and the power to conquer the darkest of
nightmares. The ship, sailed on its core set
towards calmer Waters. The crew forever Bound by their
shared ordeal found solace in the quietude that followed their
Triumph. The weight of the curse has been
lifted and hope return like a beacon in the night.
Jacob, stood at the helm gazing out at the Horizon, the see
stretch before him Serene and infinite pescara.
Of their harrowing Journey would Forevermark their souls but they
had emerged stronger United by a bond forged in The Crucible of
fear. Life aboard, the Ravens call
settled into a semblance of normalcy though the memories of
their haunted Voyage lingered, like ghostly Whispers, The Crew
resumed, their duties with renewed Vigor at the ship now a
vessel of resilience in the aftermath of their ordeal.
Jacob sought Redemption for the sins committed under the ship's
curse. He spent hours in quiet,
contemplation reflecting on the choices That led them down this
path, guilt weighed heavily on his shoulders.
But he was determined to make amends.
He reached out to the families of those lost seeking
forgiveness and offering Solace some welcomed him with open
arms, understanding the depths of Despair, that had consumed,
their loved ones, others turned away their wounds, still raw
with grief. Jacob accepted their response.
Understanding the magnitude of his transgressions, amidst his
quest for Redemption. Jacob found solace in the
friendships. Forged during their haunted
Voyage, the bond, they shared went beyond mere camaraderie, it
was a testament to the resilience of the human Spirit,
the power to heal and grow in the face of adversity, years
passed and the tail of the Ravens call became a whispered
Legend among Sailors the ship remained a symbol of triumph
over Darkness a testament to the indomitable human Spirit.
Jacob now older and wiser shared his story with those willing to
listen he became a voice of caution reminding, others of the
perils that Worked in. Uncharted waters is Journey, had
taught him, the importance of respect for the unknown, the
fragility of the human psyche. When confronted with the
supernatural, the Ravens call, now retired from the
treacherous, Seas found a new purpose, as a museum ship a
monument to the crews courage and the lessons they learned
visitors marveled at its history.
The scars of their haunted Voyage, a reminder of the
enduring power of the human Spirit as Twilight painted the
sky in Hues of golden Amber. Jacob stood on The deck of the
Ravens call one last time. He gaze out at the endless,
expanse of the sea, a mixture of gratitude and Melancholy and his
heart, the ship had become a part of him.
It's Legacy etched deep within his soul with a final, not of
farewell, Jacob descended, the gang.
Plank leaving the Ravens call to its new role as a guardian of
Stories, the sea whispered its Secrets, but he knew that some
Tales were meant to be shared for within them.
Lay the power to inspire to remind us of Our Own Strength in
the face of the The unknown. And so the legend of the Ravens
call sailed on carried by the winds and waves, a testament to
the human capacity to conquer even the most formidable of
Terrors. The coastal town of Crest.
They've in Lay silent under the pale.
Moonlight, as the Clock Struck midnight.
I found myself on a lonely fishing boat.
Bobbing gently in the vast expanse of the ocean, the
rhythmic sound of waves, lapping against the whole, and the crisp
Sea Breeze. Filled my senses, soothing my
troubled mind. My name is Benjamin.
Read an ordinary man with an unquenchable thirst for
adventure little. Did I know that this night would
take me on a journey beyond my wildest, nightmares with a
flickering Lantern cast. Ting, Eerie Shadows, I cast my
fishing line into the dark Waters, hoping for a bountiful
catch minutes, turned into hours, and the monotony of the
sea began to play tricks. On my weary mind, the moon's
reflection rippled across the Blackness, Conjuring, images of
monstrous sea creatures. Lurking beneath the surface, my
heart raced as if it knew something was amiss.
Suddenly a spine-chilling, how Pierce through the are
shattering. The calm of the night, a cold,
sweat drenched, my brow. As the fishing rod, jerked
violent In my grip with trembling hands.
I reeled in my line fighting against an invisible force, the
water, churned and ominous Whirlpool forming where my line
disappeared, a deafening crash erupted from the depths as a
colossal creature, broke. The surface, its monstrous forms
silhouetted against the Moon. It was unlike anything I had
ever seen Razorsharp fins lined its back.
Glinting, malevolently in the pale light, its eyes glowing
with an otherworldly luminescence fixed upon me as if
During into the depths of my soul, fear course, through my
veins, but curiosity compelled me to stay trapped in the Gaze
of this. Oceanic nightmare the creature
emitted, an otherworldly. Screech resonating deep within
me unleashing. A primal Terror that threatened
to consume my sanity days turned into weeks, as I delve deeper
into the mystery that had ensnared me.
I sought the guidance of dr. Amelia Hawthorne, a renowned
marine biologist hoping she could shed light on the horrors.
That plagued my thoughts together.
We Donna perilous journey to uncover the truth that lurked
within the murky depths through her research dr.
Hawthorne unraveled, the ancient legends of a forgotten
civilization believed to have perished beneath the ocean
waves. The creature I encountered known
as the Leviathan was their protector guarding.
The secrets, hidden in the abyss armed with knowledge, we
returned to the waters where my nightmare had begun.
The leviathans call echoed through the silence beckoning us
to a place where the boundary between the living and the the
dead was blurred and a daring submersible.
We descended into the darkest reaches of the ocean.
Our vessel illuminated the murky depths revealing a hidden world
of ethereal Beauty and unspeakable Horrors.
We navigated through an intricate network of underwater
caves until we reach to Forgotten Temple.
The heart of the leviathans domain within the temples
crumbling Halls, we discovered a relic of immense power coveted,
by the ancient civilization, the Leviathan, both guardian and
captors sought to protect This artifact for its Awakening would
unleash chaos upon the world above as we attempted to
retrieve The Relic, the Leviathan emerged from the
Shadows. It's colossal form, dwarfing us
a battle ensued, a clash of Wills against an Unstoppable
force in the face of certain Doom, a glimmer of hope ignited
within me with a final desperate act, I plunged The Relic into
the creatures heart as the Leviathan.
Crumbled, the ocean roared in protest, the ancient
civilizations, Curse has been lifted.
But at what cost? The temple collapsed around us
and we were thrust to the surface.
Gasping for air as the waves embraced us, word of our
harrowing encounter spread shrouded in disbelief.
And wonder the ocean had claimed its Secrets but we were left
forever changed. The Echoes of the leviathans
call resonated within me a haunting reminder of the
indomitable Spirit of the sea years have passed since that
fateful night yet, the ocean still holds its Mysteries
waiting patiently for the First explorer to unravel, its Enigma
driven by my encounter. I became a Storyteller weaving,
tales of the Seas, dark depths daring others, to challenge the
unknown. But deep down, I know that the
leviathans Legacy lingers a testament to the fragility of
our existence and the boundless Wonders that lie beyond the
surface and should you venture into the oceans Embrace?
But where the haunting Echoes that may whisper your name from
The Abyss,