Here is my contribution to the March 2022 Writing Prompt from Michelle at Putting my Feet in the Dirt.
The giant fell into the raging sea. Oh, the roaring sea. The storm went on for hours, slashing the sails, smashing against the sides, scratching holes in the wood and splintering the deck. The sailors vomited over the sides. In relief? In terror? In dread of their own deaths?
Nobody thought for a moment about the giant until it was too late. They were all slumped in various places when the storm waned. The clouds, thick and heavy and furiously black, quickly dissipated. The sky they left behind was alarmingly blue. Too cheerful, it seemed, for the carnage it left behind.
A loud sobbing sound rose from the depths of the ship. Louder than the slowly fading roar of waves. The sound grew wilder, more grief stricken.
One by one, the sailors raised their weary heads. Sunken eyes, drenched hair, damp clothes.
‘Who’s that?’ one of them muttered.
‘We’re all on deck’ another groaned.
The wail rose higher in pitch, until the sailors’ ears began to ring.
The captain went to see what was wrong.
When he came back up through the hatch, his face was a deathly shade of green.
‘What is it?’ he was asked, as he pushed past his men to look over the side of the ship. Pushing past them again to run across the deck and look over the other side. His breathing grew heavier as his men crowded him, looking over the edge, craning their necks.
The water was blue and glorious again. The sunshine lapped at the waves, glittering into the distance. The deck was almost entirely dry.
The wailing below was a siren. Screeching into the piercing blue around them. Raising hairs, shivering timbers. The sailors pressed closer together as the captain let out a groan of despair. His eyes were wide as saucers, his knuckles alabaster white as they gripped the handrail.
‘It’s over, lads,’ he whispered, ‘we’re finished.’
The first mate was now striding towards the hatch that led to the underbelly of the ship. The prison cell. Where they had chained the giant using the strongest iron on land. He began to descend, and the other men were quick to surround the hatch, peering warily as the first mate disappeared into the blackness below.
The captain stayed on deck, staring with unseeing eyes into the distance.
There it was. The tell-tale surge of ocean. A giant wave, hiding the monstrous giant beneath its surface. Hurtling towards the ship at breakneck speed.
The first mate emerged from the hatch soaking wet.
‘Giant hole!’ he spluttered, ‘Giant hole! All the creatures are drowning! Giant’s gone! Giant hole!’