Leviathan

The ship rests now, and forever on, at the bottom of the atlantic. Along with the bodies claimed in the attack. Taken down into its domain, never to be reclaimed. The day had started as a foreshadowing of the events to come. Bleak, rainy, the horizon hardly visible through the thick fog. When the beat first surfaced, we heard only the sound it made. A terrible moan that caused the windows and portholes to shatter. Next we felt the wake, bashing against our iron shell. Amidst the confusion of trying to figure out what was upon us, the fog began to clear. It was as if the terrible leviathan wanted us, my shipmates and me, to see what had come from the blackness below. It stood fifty, maybe one hundred feet above the waves. Its mouth alone the size of our vessel. As it came down upon the ship, its first large bite took out most of our starboard side. A terrible smell filled the air. That of gasoline mixing with blood and the salt water that was swallowing the ship almost as quickly as the creature itself. I swear just before it came down for its second bite, its eyes gazed directly into mine. But as I gazed into the fiery red pupils of the sea monster, I saw nothing. A bottomless pit, of blackness. A close resemblance to the place he was sending us. It let loose a hellish snarl that cracked what was left of the ship in half, and then bit down into the deck. Taking most of our survivng crew, and the dear captain, there was but a few of us still unfortunate enough to be alive. In the fever of the moment, I lit the boat aflame, hoping to dissuade the mammoth from finishing us off. With the spread of the oil from our engines it did not take longg for the flames to finish what was left of the structure. As it began to sink, I tried desperately to stay above the waters. Unwilling to die down in the murky darkness from which it had submerged only seconds earlier. With little to hold on my body slowly sunk into the depths, first my feet, then my legs, and slowly up to my chest. The sea was swallowing me slowly, taking its time. Unsure if it should be the one to finish me off, or to allow its pet to do the job. Either way, my demise was assured. Yet as the icy ocean finally had my body in its grasp, there was a silence. I realized that I was but the only one left alive. Alone with the Leviathan, as giant as any there was a living thing. And to this day it haunts me why I was not finished off, but for some strange reason it turned to leave. Perhaps considering I was not even worth the effort to be eaten. It wrapped its tail around the wreckage of the ship, and dove down with it. Perhaps to serve as a trophy of the day's festivities. I waded there for a while, unsure how best to proceed. How does one go on living, when it had already stared the devil in the face?
Time passed, and a passing fishing boat gave me refuge. If there is such a thing on these oceans. It drove me to shore, and on shore I stay, never willing to leave earthen land again.