The Wailing Gull
Skiffs skim along the surf into the rolling blue. Sapphire green waves push them along deeper into the sea. Billowing sails push crawlers faster, every crew for themselves as they fight to feast from the salvage. Battalion battles bring sailing scavengers, the remains of ships seemingly winked into existence.
The first ships pull in, grappling hooks are hucked. Blades biting into wood the ripped fleets are slowly picked apart. A shadow passes over, the trap has been sprung. The giant beast dives down towards the water, gliding along the surface at horrific speeds the swell surges. Waves ram into the boarding vessels knocking ships over and sending men into the drink.
Those that make it aboard the prize notice the immense beak marks crisscrossing the canvas, the wedges wrenched out of the wood. Too late they realise this was all a trap, the gargantuan gull circles overhead looking to pick them all off one by one.
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