Flicker Fish
Grizzled grey beard covered the muttering mouth, furrowed brows hide deep set sightless eyes. The once captain stared into his mug of ale, the amber liquid gently folding in on itself, sloshing and swaying. The noisy tavern surroundings fell on deaf ears as he fell deeper in.
The man was transported back, hands white knuckle gripping the wooden helm. The surrounding storm has fallen on them like a bolt from the blue. The once clear sky now a murky grey, green. The black clouds hurtling white lighting spears down. Waves buildings high crashed around them. Men screamed like new borns, most swept overboard and crushed against the uncaring ocean. As the sea seemed at its worse, as the remaining men prayed for an end to the nightmare, the true horror began.
Jerking wildly through the air, sporadic zig zagging a school of burning blue fish. Flickering in and out of existence, winking in between realms the swarm wrenched themselves forward. The crew screaming with terror watched as the marine life phased through the boat taking chunks with them. Fish sized holes punched through hull and flesh alike depositing the contents to another nightmare realm. The captain pulled himself over the side and into the water, watching as the fire blue flickering mulched his ship and crew alike.
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