Warsaw

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Overboard

Warsaw loved the ocean. The salty wind caressed his face as he threw out the fishing line. With a gentle plop, the float hit the water awaiting its prey. He couldn't help but sit on the wooden railing of the ship despite many warnings not to. If he fell in then he fell in, there would be nothing he could do about it. The senario quickly faded away as he let his mind shift back into the moment.

Distant waves and the swaying of the ship made fishing more relaxing. The starry night sky added to this feeling of bliss, lighting up the water in a way the sun never could. He only ever felt like this when he first started cooking. The ecstasy of perfecting a dish made him pursue the culinary arts. But it all faded away once he was hired at that upper class resturant. They didn't care about his passion or him for that matter. All they wanted was the same copy and paste meals all day. It payed well, but the void in his heart couldn't be filled with riches. Warsaw was glad he left, and even more thankful that he met the crew he grew to cherish. He slowly innhaled the cool ocean breeze and looked out at the view.

The fishing line began to tug in his grip. Warsaw's attention quickly shot to keeping this fish on the line. From how much the pole bent, he knew this was a big one. The line quickly moved from the left to the right, almost in a calculated pattern. But Warsaw wouldn't give up that easily, he fought back with all of the strength he could muster. Then instead of the left to right motion, it shot outwards pulling Warsaw with it. Then he fell.

He had no time to prepare for the freezing water below, crashing down hard. It took him a second to recuperate and look for the rope he tied to the ship. To his horror, he forgot to tie it down, as whem he grabbed on it instantly fell into the ocean alongside him. Warsaw knew his shipmates would not be awake for a while, but he desperately attempted to call for help. His leg suddenly was pulled under the waves, and he was met by two angry eyes staring at him.

He knew who this creature was, but he never saw it up close before. The one that Vaduz stole the treasure from, Sloop. At first it looked at him with seething rage, but then its expression turned into something else. The dark ocean water made it hard for Warsaw to see, but it was hard to deny the look of regret on the creature's face.

Just as quickly as he was pulled underwater, he was lifted back onto the deck of the ship. He looked back in time to see Sloop nod his head at him. Warsaw did not know what else to do except nod back before the sea monster dove back under the waves.

Why didn't he hurt me? Warsaw pondered, I thought we... that's when it hit him. He wasn't present when his crewmates stole the treasure. Sloop understood that he had nothing to do with the actions of the crew. Sloop wanted direct revenge, and would leave the innocent unharmed. As this hit him, a dead shark slammed onto the deck. The fish had large bite marks on its sides. Warsaw, startled by this, looked back overboard. All he could see was the distant silhouette of the creature, swimming away as dawn begun to approach.