It’s been another day at sea, my eyelids partly close to keep the backwash of sea mist out. I scan the wide ocean blue for any whales, they are usually active at this time of year. Despite this, I haven’t heard of any sightings prior to our voyage a month ago. From that time my sense of balance and the ship rocking have reached an equilibrium. The bow with which I spectate these plains of water no longer gives me a thrill the closer I get to the edge. No, it’s just as plain as the calm winds that have given us no troubles. There was no risk beside of the occasional call to the void outside the bow produced by the boredom of my numb mind.
I have had a hard time sleeping on this ship. The night was just as still as the day. …Actually not quite, if I focus my mind I could hear the muttering of other sailors on board. They gossip some, not much about me as I was just “borush” George. I figured they meant boring and their accents were too heavy to conjure the proper pronunciation. Perhaps the word has a different meaning in their native tongue, or something close with some nuance. Who knows, no word can capture the full essence of what they describe. I mused on this for a while till my brain stops due to fatigue and atrophy from no other stimulating wonders. I finally fell asleep after 4 days of nothing but numb existence. It was a deep sleep one that mimicked death.
… that was… UNTIL THAT MOMENTUS DAY! I fell out of my hammock, my senses rocking back and forth still in motion while the ship gone completely still. My ears were beyond ringing, there was a sound-ripping sensation. I could hear the water sloshing like it was against the rocks before thundering to a halt. That is when my crew began to rush from the hull to the deck. I followed close behind and I was the last one to see it.
At first, all I could see was the horizon. It was… glipsing. I know that is not a word, but I couldn’t describe it outside of that. The sky was a limish green and it was falling to where the heaven and earth met; bleeding down and swallowing the sea. No that’s not right, my eyes are playing tricks it wasn’t that the sky was covering the ocean more like the waters was receding and we were in the same position. One of the sailors near the edge of the deck said we were in a cross-sea, but that alone couldn’t explain it. …Then I could see the source… (my eyes were open for the first time).
… It is abnormous. It is the abnormous Zipowith (How do I know it’s name? Why don’t you?). I can’t help by let out a small gasp that also functions as a chuckle and a shock of awe. I couldn’t help myself, how could I as look at the glaring flaw on the historous sea that brinks on the edge of myth. It was more of an affront to creation than the invisitiny Grootslang, more primordial than Leviathan, more vibrant in its hues of green than the Rainbow Serpent portfolio of colors, it even abshortened the world serpent Jormengandr. It drank on that fantasy, like how the moon creaking Bakunawa ate the 8 other moons. It was big enough to reach deep from its home in the biosphere to the ethereal noosphere. From this one reality to our collective unconsciousness. A collision of the serwen myth brought forth this caplexing beast that’s abnormus size sclipse the laws of science and gods alike!
Oh, but the size is just the beginning! It’s BOOMING size and scale seems to disappear when it goes in the gyiptous ocean! It bends completely in with this tripsy ocean, so much so the men that saw the abnormus beast had no idea if it existed or not! Its body was a length so imparible that its woat tail seemed to separate the glipsing horizon and the segresive ocean! It’s abnormus size was so big that not even the multiple eye Xritmores that sit opposed to the spinxing rocks with their oribortuchish bracelets and prayers can figure out its generic shape!
… What I mean is, the ocean began to look like a puddle underneath the creature. Sorry, it’s making my breath heavy as the act of breathing is hard. I am suffocating, I stopped tasting and smelling as my brain is making room to process what lays before me. My head burns it feels like it is on fire and there a inferno of adrenaline rushing in my body to focus on processing the danger we are in. The adrenaline helps me focus my eyes that were overwhelmed and forced to look away. It’s still too much for the chemicals in my brain. (Rip it out! Rip it out!)
The galixtible creature began to crouch down, the yertusial face of the Zipowith reveals itself! A crown that v-tesious shape is large enough to connect Florida to Portugal and the middle of it points to the sea (where treasure should obviously be found)! Its black eyes look like the starry space( if the stars were a vorpaltalian purple)! Crap, I don’t even know if that makes any sense. I am having trouble fighting the MANIA!!!
I don’t know why but I am crying. I am also laughing. Occasionally I scream till there is blood. I am a little overwhelmed at the moment (just a little), the betishious sirens have begun to mock the mind of the existential Lovecraft by describing the Zipowith! Only I seem to hear them as my eyes have never left the creature! They are starstruck at it’s size literally striking the stars! I feel my mind crack like I am popping my knuckles I want to rip it out even more by trevolgin my claws through it. My crew looks at my attempt and tries to restain me (Why aren’t they looking at it!!!)
As they are pulling me back I scream at them, “ ☹︎♏︎⧫︎ ❍︎♏︎ ♑︎□︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♌︎♋︎⬧︎⧫︎♋︎❒︎♎︎⬧︎! ☹︎♏︎⧫︎’⬧︎ ♋︎●︎●︎ ♑︎□︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♋︎■︎♏︎!” And they listened! They let me go… after tying me up… I am not mad, they are the ones who are crazy. Besides it doesn’t matter anymore. The end, is coming!
The Zipowith who has a beak that hooked, cryptosh the front of the ship like the shell of a sportish peanut! My crew then began to wail and panic with the gyiptous ocean filling the emlack ship! I am so excited that I laugh with a turgalian light! I yell at the crew and call them what they truly are, self-absorbed! They do not see that it’s a honor to be devoured by the Zipowith who was so gracious enough to eat and devour the monsters of the sea millenniums ago!!!
The crew asks how do I, the now culitbub George know? I laugh as I can’t even begin to describe it. It’s so much harder than what we’ve already seen this day. (I say as if seeing is the hard part!) So I lie instead. I say to my bourus crew. “ Don’t you see? Like the majestic prey of the Zipowith before we are being cleansed of our simple nature! No more will we blind ourselves from reality! We are not jewel beetles we are thrill seekers and explorers! Praise be to the Zipowith for finally finding a way to shatter the myth of monotony!” The reality dawns as the ship’s bow cracks, causing the emlack ship to finally starts to sink. (Here it comes!!!)
The ruyti bubble pop to distract reality, as the bourus are seconds away from death! The ambnormous Zipowith sinks into the gyiptous ocean and opens its beak devouring the crew with one gulp! At such a speed that it makes the unhiturual black holes seem slow with their destruction! All while the last of the ruyti bubble pops, making the real reality repressed. My mind begins to fugue… be empty… nothing… forgotten by all like any other dream
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