The seawater stung Mako’s eyes as it splashed onto the figurehead, the rope tying him to the wooden statue digging into his wrists. He had stowed on the ship, hoping
to find somewhere safe, only to be found by the cook. The crew had hung him there, as a punishment. He heard laughing and the clinking of glasses.
He had heard that sound before…
But when?
He searched his memory, before latching onto the memory he had dredged up.
It was the night. They had drinks, walking on the docks where he was fishing.
They talked about their plans, of slitting the village Leader’s throat, before taking complete control. But one of them. One of them shocked him to hear their voice.
His teacher. His water magic teacher. How was this possible? She was renowned for teaching water magic, and a pupil to the great teacher.
She bumped into him, before remarking to him as nothing more than an obstacle, as always.
It brought a fury within him with such strength, that he didn’t hesitate,
Before his teacher knew what happened, he had gutted her and the others. He had changed. He had changed that second he had fished up the giant jellyfish that dragged him down into the depths, scarring him. He told himself that it was alright, he did what was right, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that surged through him,
that it must be done. To cleanse those who would take advantage of others.
A duty.
He felt it once more, sheer fury eclipsing logic and right versus wrong.
He ripped and tore at the ropes, until they finally gave way.
He climbed to the bow, his pale skin shining in the pale moonlight, seawater dripping from his bandage clad skin, his eyes glinting like twin emeralds.
He remembered a lullaby his mother singing to him once.
“We remember the deep,
Its secrets are untold.
We remember the dead,
Their lives will be retold.
We try to forget the monsters,
the ghosts in the nights, the monsters in the sea
the silvery eyes,
Mako, be strong,
remember the deep.”
He was upon the crew before they knew it,their limp bodies covering the deck.
Water lapped across the hull.
Mako was never found, a ghost in the night.
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dang
a joy to read as usual olisi!
this was really good
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Thanks.
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Your style works really well for creepy/mysterious/edgy characters and I think this is a good example of that. Nice job!
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