《The Last Song Of The Sea》


 Ch1- Sea Surprise

    The sailing ship rocked; giant waves crashed around; the first lieutenant slept soundly in his quarters. A perfect storm crept in the night to create cover for an incoming catastrophe. The magnificent boat sailed the treacherous waters towards a foreign kingdom with the intention to sell weapons.


    The waves steadily gained a tremendous amount of height. They were becoming more aggresive with each one they bypassed. Creating chaos for the ship¡¯s set course. A route that was chosen by the first lieutenant.


    Eventually, the waves became dangerous enough to knock the sleeping sailor out of his bed. The few hours of rest he was able to receive was brutally interrupted with his body hitting the hard wood floor.


    ¡°Ugh¡­Fuck!¡± He groaned in pain.


    Lieutenant Jason Kilmore looked around after such a brash awakening. He had taken notice that his quaint living quarters were in complete disarray. The rocking of the ship had created a shift in the furniture, and knocked a few items over in the process.


    The brown ornate wooden desk where he works on paperwork had shifted over to the opposite side of his room, and it is now completely unkempt . The paperwork was now lying all over the floor, and the glass oil lamp he had placed on the corner had shattered.


    He had risen to his feet, deciding to make his way onto the deck, with a plan to discover how the sea is fairing. Leaving behind a mess that he will have to clean up after his duty. His feet begun moving in a sprightly manner, and his right foot caught on the leg of his desk chair he didn¡¯t identify to step over.


    He stumbled forward in a clumsy manner, and was able to recover himself before hitting the ground. He shook his head in annoyance, and grimaced at the idea of how severe the waves must be to accomplish destroying his room.


    Before his hand can reach the brass handle, the brown door flew wide open with one of his crew members standing on the opposite side. Lionel, a recent new hire deckhand had a look of horror written all over his face. His brown eyes were wide open, and the color on his face had completely drained. Jason assumed that something had absolutely spooked the young man.


    The newest crew member frantically yelled, ¡°Lieutenant, we¡¯re in danger!¡±


    Jason grabbed a hold of the young deck hand to get him to focus, and calm down in the process. He placed his hands on Lionel¡¯s shoulders to keep him planted in his spot. Jason looked directly into his eyes, and sternly ask, ¡°What the fuck is going on?¡±


    The young crew mate hysterically explains that something has gone wrong. ¡°It¡¯s going to kill us!¡± He slows down his fear ridden response since he struggled to get the words out without stuttering.


    Jason raised his voice, ¡°I need you to focus Lionel!¡± He paused for a second before continuing, ¡°What are you talking about?¡±


    Lionel is shivering with fear as he whispered, ¡°The sea monster!¡±


    Jason pushed past Lionel into the dimly lit corridor after that shocking revelation, and he began the trek up towards the top deck. There a surmount of humidity that lingered in the hallway, and he felt the water particles accumulate over his tan-colored skin.


    The smell of rain invaded his senses as he closed the distance between his room and the deck.


    His dark brown hair was beginning to stick to his forehead with the amount of precipitation that surrounded the boat. He used his left hand to comb his tresses with his fingers, helping him to push his curly hair backwards, in an attempt to move his locks out of his face.


    A few moments later, he found himself standing at the bottom of a set of brown wooden stairs that lead to upper deck outside. The amount of rain that was pouring in from the outside is leaving the staircase drenched in water. It looked like a miniature waterfall that cascades down to the floor. Eventually, the water would completely engulf his brown leather boots if the rain continued to pour.


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    He placed his right foot on the first step to march his way towards the wheel. Except, when it made contact with the board the boat made a sudden jerk to the left. The movement caused him to sway along with the boat¡¯s sudden shift of alignment. Throwing him completely off balance from his standing position. After the boat settled, Jason continued climbing the stairs once he found that both of his feet were planted firmly on the ground.


    His feet barely made it past the threshold when his eyes landed on what is left of the crew. A few dead bodies surrounded by blood, being washed away by the rain, lay on the deck infront of him. All of the men that are alive begun running around frantically in an attempt to save the ship and themselves. Leaving it absolutely in utter chaos outside, and the amount of heavy rain made it nearly impossible to put up a fight without slipping on the floor.


    The roar of the leviathan echoed across the vast, churning sea, its massive form surging towards the merchant ship with unbridled fury. Lieutenant Jason Kilmore gripped the railing, his knuckles turning white as he watched the creature''s gaping maw approach, its rows of jagged teeth glistening in the fading sunlight.


    His eyes followed the few crew members that huddled together to begin working in synchronization. They attempted to wrap a rope around the body of the monster dead set on attacking them. A green scaled sea serpent is fully towering over the ship. It thrashed around violently in an attempt to free itself.


    His feet stayed frozen in place out of fear. His grey eyes bulged as he watched the scene before him unfold. A creature of destruction standing before him in all its¡¯ terrifying glory.


    He suddenly found that the leviathan making a sudden sharp movement towards him helped with snapping him out of his frozen state. Leaving just enough time for him to jump out of the way of the dragon¡¯s head. Everything happened extremely fast.


    He hit the soaking wet floor board hard enough to leave a visible mark on his ribs. Lieutenant Jason moved his head upward to look where the creature was heading for. Luckily, the angry serpent missed him in the process of completely destroying the entrance behind him. The ships top frame had fully been demolished by the leviathan.


    Leaving a pile of rubble behind when it pulled away.


    It bellowed out a shattering, loud roar as it created distance from his position. Rain continued to pour in every direction. Pelting him as he lied on the floor watching his life work shatter before him.


    A few seconds later, he heard his name being called from the upper deck.


    Captain Alden angrily yelled, ¡°Lieutenant, get a move on! Don¡¯t just lie there.¡± Captain Alden ordered him as he pointed towards the group of men trying to wrangle the serpent.


    Jason looked up at the silver haired angry captain that leaned over the rail staring directly at him. The captain¡¯s blue eyes held blazing fury, and his body posture was completely rigid with aggression. He followed his captain¡¯s orders right away with that single expression burned into his mind. His will power suddenly showed up which helped him to stand, and he quickly made his way over to the group of men with rope.


    He had been entrusted with the lives of his crew, and now, once again, he was faced with the consequences of his actions. Pushing aside the anguish, he focused on the task at hand, helping the men take down this monster.


    They have a small portion of it tied around the neck of the serpent. The crew works as one by holding the ropes together fighting against the waves, storm, and a monster sized serpent. The leviathan is to be tied down with the intention to force its¡¯ massive head onto the boat. When they are able to accomplish that then it is only a matter of time before it¡¯s decapitated. He grabbed a rope alongside his crew to help make that outcome a possibility.


    The giant green slithering monster found a way to loosen a part of the rope. Which created an opportunity to rear its¡¯ head back, and pull the men that are hanging on to the rope into the water. Jason was unfortunately one of the men that didn¡¯t let go in time.


    His entire body was pulled by the leviathan, and he ended up flying through the air towards the dangerous water beneath him. A split second decision sending him screaming to plunge beneath the cold, dark water. Water that is beyond dangerous to the sailors due the giant sea dragon along with the raging storm.


    Jason found himself struggling beneath the water.


    Which allowed him to see how dark it truly is beneath the surface. Complete blackness surrounded every part of him. The waves crashed on top of him continuously as he tried to break the surface. Pushing himself to the limit he quickly found the opportunity to survive. Barely, he was able to break the surface with a huge intake of air since he desperately was in need of oxygen.


    This is when he realized to survive he needed something to hold on to. He may not be so lucky the next time he was sucked under. The lieutenant looked towards the ship, and the dangerous serpent was still attacking the ship. Slowly, he was gaining quite a bit of distance from the ship. He was steadily being pulled away by the sea.


    As the boat drifted away, he caught a glimpse of the leviathan, its massive form receding into the depths, a testament to the unforgiving power of the ocean.

 Ch2- Stranded

    Jason slept soundly, unconscious on the sandy shore of an uninhabited island, unaware of his surroundings. Completely soaking wet from lying where the waves wash in on the sand. Somehow, he made it to the shoreline in one piece after holding on to a portion of a wooden pole that held the sails which had broken off.


    The wooden pole that was attached to the ship at one point, broken from the attack of a leviathan, had carried him to safety. Now, it is no where to be found. Not a single shred of evidence left behind to show for his miraculous survival.


    He continued to sleep peacefully from the exhaustion of barely surviving an attack from a massive green sea serpent. The bright sun¡¯s position in the sky was beginning to reach mid day point. Blinding rays of light were shining directly in his face, and the sound of a seagull sqawking nearby pulled him from his slumber. He had slowly begun to arouse from being unconscious. Holding his right hand outward to cover his face in order to block the blistering sunlight. His grey eyes blinked a few times for the world to finally come into focus.


    The surviving sailor noticed that his entire body felt on fire after he sat up from his lying position. All of his muscles are severely aching from struggling to hold onto the pole as a way to survive in the water. The sunburn that had begun to set in, turning his skin a bright red, was hurting already. His lips are even cracked from dehydration, and he has no idea how long he had been lying in that place.


    He struggled to stand up at first. After a couple seconds of trying to push through the pain, he finally was able to fully erect his stance. He groaned in pain as his body stretched out the full height he stands. He then looked around to find himself stranded on an unknown beach. If he wasn¡¯t in such a terrible predicament, Jason would think that this is paradise with the clear turquoise water and white sandy beach.


    A definite polar opposite from the previous storm¡¯s raging water.


    He looked out to the sea in an attempt to find the ship he was thrown from. Finding absolutely nothing out as far he can see. Either the ship made it out and left him behind, or it met an untimely fate. He sighed in defeat, because he knows that no one is going to come and save him. He looked back towards the island to gain some sort of semblance of the place.


    Palm trees swayed in the wind from the slight breeze that caressed him. A surmount of green vegetation covered the ground beyond the sandy beach. He put one foot infront of the other, and he noticed that his boots are filled with water. He sighed, knowing that he was going to have some blisters on his feet. Randomly, he had an idea to take them off later, and allow his feet to breath.


    He ambled towards the green vegetation in hope to find some water to quench his thirst. The thought of water and food caused his stomach to rumble in hunger.


    His jaw clenched in anger as he grumbled, ¡°Ugh, just fuckin fantastic.¡±


    Creating an instant determination to locate something edible for him to eat. His feet were instinctually moving in the opposite direction of the ocean. There has to be some type of fruit or animal he can eat hunt on the island. The sun beratingly shining down on him as he tried to locate some food or water.


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    Hopefully, he is lucky enough to find both.


    Making sure to put his survival training to use, because he was determind find a way to keep himself alive on the Island. He decided to search high and low for nourishment while he reflected on his poor choice of actions that led him here. With that thought on his mind, he uses his hands to push the vegetation aside as he walks into the dense green forest. His eyes widen in amazement from the scenery.


    Jason surveyed his surroundings, taking in the lush jungle that stretched before him. The air was thick with the scent of exotic flora, and the distant calls of unfamiliar birds echoed through the undergrowth. He knew he needed to focus on the essentials a€¡° finding food, water, and a more secure shelter to withstand the elements.


    Pushing aside the memories of the leviathan''s attack and the loss of his crew, Jason set out to explore the island, his instincts as a naval officer guiding his every step. He scanned the area for any signs of freshwater sources, his eyes narrowing as he caught a glimpse of a small stream cutting through the foliage.


    As he approached the stream, Jason knelt down and cupped his hands, bringing the cool, clear water to his lips. The refreshing liquid quenched his thirst, and he felt a slight sense of relief wash over him. Yet, the weight of his past decisions still hung heavy on his mind, a constant reminder of the lives he had been unable to save.


    Flashbacks of the battle at sea replayed in his mind, the image of Captain Alden''s final moments searing into his consciousness. Jason had been Alden''s prot¨¦g¨¦, a promising young officer with a bright future. But that future had been shattered in an instant, the consequences of his actions haunting him ever since.


    "I should have done more," he muttered, his voice laced with guilt. "If only I had been quicker, more decisive..."


    Jason clenched his fists, the frustration and self-loathing threatening to consume him. He had always prided himself on his leadership and decision-making, but now, those very qualities seemed to mock him, a constant reminder of his failure.


    Forcing himself to push past the anguish, Jason continued his exploration, searching for any resources that could aid his survival. He scanned the area for edible plants and fruits, his training as a naval officer guiding his instincts. After several hours of foraging, he had managed to gather a modest supply of sustenance, enough to sustain him for the time being.


    As the day wore on, Jason turned his attention to constructing a more secure shelter. Using the materials at hand- fallen branches, large leaves, and vines -he carefully wove together a sturdy structure, providing him with a sense of protection from the elements.


    With the sun beginning to set, Jason retreated to find shelter, the sounds of the island echoing his inner turmoil. The distant calls of birds and the rustling of the foliage seemed to taunt him, reminding him of his isolation and the weight of his past.


    Exhausted, both physically and emotionally, Jason settled down underneath a rock shelter, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the small fire he had managed to start. As the shadows danced across the walls of his shelter, his thoughts drifted back to the fateful battle, the image of Captain Alden''s angry expression seared into his memory.


    "Alden..." Jason whispered, his voice barely audible. "I''m so sorry. I''ve failed you, and I''ve failed them all."


    The guilt and anguish threatened to overwhelm him, but Jason refused to succumb to the darkness. He had survived the leviathan''s attack, and he would not let his past define him. Summoning his resolve, he vowed to endure, to find a way to redeem himself and honor the memory of those he had lost.


    As the night deepened, Jason''s eyes grew heavy, and he drifted into a restless sleep, haunted by the echoes of the past.