The mast shakes.
The sail is taut and motionless.
As the wind howls, people yell.
I’m hit in the face with icy sea water. People go down and get back up.
I look over the edge of the ship and see something tap.
I look up and hope to god I’m not the only one that sees it:
a giant blue eye looking down in wonder.
By Max, 8th GradeShare this entry: