I was a teen at that time.
The man was from my town;
Had gone to the sea forty times;
Was almost dead when found,
And didn’t live longer than a day.
Don’t know what happened that night.
But, it was not a storm for sure. And,
He tried to point to a rope, I saw.
He was trying to say something.
Well, that was the only thing he did
Before his traumatized body gave way.
I didn’t get his point back then.
But forty years later, when I saw,
Saw it myself… Think that was it!
It was another normal cloudy day.
Two ships had set sail months back.
I was captaining one of those, and
We saw it… Horrible! Oh, horrible!
It is beyond the wildest nightmares!
Something from the depths of hell-
The sight itself was enough to kill!
They say it appears once in years,
And crushes ships like that… Uff,
As if it were an empty match-box!
We lost them on that day of doom.
Luckily, we turned back in time…
It could have caught us easily though.
Perhaps it was satisfied with just one.
We fled; we had to! We did nothing.
But, was there anything we could do?