Sea Shanty

Waves crashed against the concrete ramp, spreading up and around the fishing boat that was being slowly pushed down it. The sea took it up soon enough and it began cutting its way through the surf, picking up the wind in its sail. An hour passed on by.

A woman stood on the deck, holding a net. She nodded once and the sail was pulled in, cutting the boat’s speed in half. She threw the net into the water, pivoting her whole body with the effort before taking a quick look over the knots tying it to the rear of the boat. She smiled up at the cabin and the sail opened again, bringing the boat back up to speed.

The only sounds for the next few days were the waves crashing against the hull and the wind in the sail. The woman sat in on deck, watching the lines. A shadow moved in the cabin. All around them was a sea that steadily changed to ocean.

The net snagged, pulling the line down and jerking the boat backward. The woman fell forward, hands covering her face as she slammed to the deck. A scream came from the cabin, thin and inhuman. The lines started to spiral around the ship, pulled into tighter and tighter circles around it. The woman stumbled to her feet before staggering towards the lines, knife in hand.

The lines touched the side of the boat now, crushing against the hull and digging lines out of the paintwork.

Something grabbed the front of the boat, ripping into the side, but not puncturing it.

The woman turned; the knife dropped from her hand.

A finger curled itself around the bow, pulling the boat down towards the waves. The woman opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She heard the cabin’s front door open, and something shot out of it looking black and green and slimy and oh god what is hell is that wrappi