The Cruise

Something happened to me six months ago that I need to get off my chest. You see I used to be a fisherman of sorts. I didn’t do it for a living. It was more for recreation than anything else. After what else I saw, however, I won’t go back out to sea for as long as possible.

It began like all my other trips. I got in my boat and rode it towards my usual spot. There, I could fish uninterrupted without hearing the obnoxious sound of teenagers on boats. Not to mention, other fishermen or those yuppie assholes on their yachts. Anyway, it wasn’t long into my trip when the weather started changing.

It looked as though a storm was brewing up. Obviously, this worried me. I always made sure to check the weather before heading out. It said absolutely nothing about a storm in the area. Realizing this, I proceeded to head back to shore. Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

“God damn it,” I said to myself while attempting to steer the boat towards the shore.

As I did a huge wave kicked up. The next thing I knew, my boat got overturned and I found myself underwater. I tried staying above water. With the waves being so rough, though it didn’t seem like I’d be able to for very long. What I thought was my saving grace appeared over the waves.

Through the flashes of lighting, I saw it. A massive ship came over the roaring waves. It looked…