Ian Joslin

ERWC P4

Ms. Frederick

Fictional Narrative

The wind and the sea shushed the clunks and clanks of the old mans boat as he laid

down staring up at the moon. It was full, bright, and surrounded by scarlette stars, yet the moon

looked just as lonely as he was. The childhood tunes he whistled decayed slowly across the

dark black sea, as nostalgia attacked him, making his heart heavy. He shook his head and sat

up. He sighed with eyes full of stars and a frown ghostly lit by the moon. He hadn't caught

anything in days, and now he was running out of food. But there was no need to go home, he

thought, theres nothing, or no one, there anyway.

He hunched over his line and reeled it in slowly. The tics of the reel clicked repeatedly,

like a monotonous metronome as his boat was drifting along the sea. As he reeled, his drifted

along the horizon, backlit by the glow of the city. The glow would look glorious to a fool. The

glow is where a fool can waste his life earning money from the one percent of the one percent

only to give it back to the one percent of the one percent. And while the one percent of the one

percent and the fools all have a grin stretching out their face, both are moronic and both are left

with emptiness inside.

The man with the few gray hairs did not give into the glow. He hated the loud noises and

distractions it brought to his life. Hed much rather listen to the monotonous tick of his reel. Tick.

Tick. Tick. Ti- His boat stopped with a jult. His eyes widened and his body became alert. His

heart was filled with adrenaline as he reeled steady and his line squirmed. He knew he caught a

big one, too big. In the distance he heard a wail. He stood up and peered out, he had never

heard such a sound fishing before. His line squirmed harder and harder as his small boat came
closer to his prey. It moved out of control and as he leaned back to keep his balance he fell over

in the boat.

The line was still. Damn! He yelled. His back ached as he picked himself up. He picked

up his pole, and began to reel in the line. Something wasnt right, the line was too heavy.

Wanderlust, he kept reeling. His heart beat fast. Slowly coming closer towards his boat was a

body. Mortified, he became weak. Who had he killed? Blood was leaving a trail in the water. The

body reached the boat, slumped against the side of the boat hidden by shadows. It was too dark

to identify the body, so the old man rummaged through his tool box, perplexed he found an old

flashlight. He crept over to the body and pointed the flashlight, but paused before he flipped it

on. Was he ready to see the face of the person he murdered?

He took a deep breath and hit the switch. The light blasted forth and what he saw he

almost couldnt comprehend. It wasnt human. It was a beast collaged together of fur and

scales. It had huge yellow fangs and a mutt like a dog! Yet, it had the tail of of a dinosaur. It was

part dog, part godzilla. It was hideous and beautiful at the same time. Judging by the size of it, it

must have been young. Whatever this creature was, it must of been dead. A slash stretched

along its chest where his line had caught it. The blood was pouring heavily, but constantly

disappearing with the movement of the water.

He couldn't leave it there. He picked it up in his arms and laid it down across the small

deck. As he stepped back, with his mind clouded in confusion, the creature whimpered. Startled

he fell back. As he crawled on his knees closer to the creature, it slowly opened one of its eyes.

It let out a slow high pitched whimper again. The old man quickly ran towards his medical

supplies and fetched stitching equipment. He landed on his knees by the creature. Carefully he

pulled the long hook out from the coat of fur and scales. He realized that he only cut the skin, no

vital organs inside.

He stitched up the beast and stretched the skin back together. He washed the blood off

with the little drinking water he had left and headed back towards the city. The closer he drifted
towards the city the more he noticed how strange the creature actually was. He knew he had to

hid it from the other fishermen or they would kill it on the spot. When he got to wharf he went to

fetch a blanket to cover the beast and hide it from the other men. But when he turned around,

the beast was gone...