Ocean People - A Sea Horror

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Mild language

Authors Note: 

Hey everybody! I would first like to thank you all for coming to this story, and I hope you won't regret it! This is my first Wattpad story, and I am looking forward to the adventure that will soon come, and I hope you guys can join me with it :) 

If you like this story, be sure to fan, favourite like or comment :) I have also made a makeshift, crappy cover for this story, I challenge anyone to make a better one xD 

I will be updating every week at the very latest, and I hope you enjoy!

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Introduction

The glimmering, black monstrosity roared its mighty approval as it swept forward quickly and powerfully, throwing sharp needles of water in every angle as it twisted, twirled, and hurled its way through the icy black liquid.

The horrid sound of screeching thunder could be heard above, it didn't even so much as halter the ongoing wall of nature. The monster was just another gigantic wave in this storm, as it slammed and connected with other not so smaller, glimmering waves.

The reflection of lightning could be seen in the midnight ocean as it searched for anything but water to strike - it had no such luck. There was nothing but pitch black ocean as far as the human eye could see. This was a storm of nature that any human being would find hard to imagine, let alone see, and if someone had ever seen a storm like this, it would have been in their best interest to turn around, and hope they hadn't seen the hundreds of small glimmering eyes moving like one, just below the surface of the stormy ocean water.

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The sound was like that out of a Hollywood film; it was a low, long, and menacing creak, like what a large ship would have made when it was splitting in half or turning over. Although sounding almost threatening the sound was also calming, like that of a whale calling -

Matt's eyes flew open. Realisation gripped him in an instant as the room around him focused quickly into view. Having slept like the dead, Matt was now looking up at the same top-bunk he had fallen to sleep watching, as he remembers it rocking slowly with the waves lulling against the side of the boat.

It was a lot more violent now though, Matt noticed as he gathered his senses around him. The bottom of the bunk on top of him now jolted and moved a lot less naturally as he heard the waves pound against the side of the large fishing boat. It had to be some pretty large waves to be able to move the ship like that.

Matt swung his legs off the small bunk-bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he stood up, keeping in mind not too bump his head on the bunk above him. The ship jolted and rocked viciously, making it hard for Matt to move without stumbling. He checked the rusted clock up on the wall near the door. He noticed that his sleeping shift was over five minutes ago. He placed a hand on the wall nearby to support himself as he made his way toward the mirror and sink which was conveniently in the same room.

'Low budget fishing ships'. Matt smirked. Most ships these days had two-man bunking rooms for you and one roommate, with the only concealed place being the cubicle; everything else was in the confined room with the bunk-bed, and it was far from cosy.

Matt frowned, wondering what the strange, low, creaking noise had been that had woken him up. He made his way slowly toward the mirror. Lucky it woke him up now and not later. He was already 5 minutes late, he thought to himself. It was definitely not a normal sound, but there had been no screaming from the captain up on the deck, so whatever it was, it must be under control then.

He reached the mirror and leaned against the sink, looking at his own rough figure. He had dark features - almost jet-black eyes and dark brown hair. He kept it short along with the stubble on his face to make things a lot simpler. He attempted a reassuring smile to himself, But his eyes were slowly drawn to a picture stuck to the side of the mirror. 

A kid, 5 years of age, and a stunning wife smiled back at him. They were the reason he did this job. This fishing season would be over in a week, and soon he will be back in their arms with the money they so well needed. Matt fought the familiar guilt back. Last fishing season they had caught less than enough to even feed the family for the summer. This season was different. The boat jolted suddenly and snapped Matt back into reality.

He rushed toward the small circle-shaped window to his right and looked out; it was still dark outside, a flash of lightning could be seen on the horizon, those waves crashing into the side of the boat lifting the right side up too see over the other oncoming waves. These waves must have been coming from that storm. Another lightning flash on the horizon followed by the sound of thunder seconds later, proved that the storm was getting closer.

Matt frowned. 'Why haven't we started moving then?' He thought. 'We should be getting the hell outta' here,' being stuck in a storm that size could be potentially life threatening. Matt was about to turn around for the door when at that moment a humanly figure flew past the small circled window and plummeted to the rough, icy depths below. Screaming could be heard from the deck above.