The monsters were getting out of hand.
The large watership bobbed in the gray day, as the waters mesmerized the man standing on deck. The cold wind swirled around his muscular frame, and played with his beard. Bare chested, he refused to let the cold touch him.
He willed it away.
“A fin, two hundred feet off deck, father,” said one of the crew rushing up to him. The man knew this was the first time the boy had been on a large watership, the youngest son of an important man from the inner council.
The older man patted the young man"s face that held only the wisp of a beard. “Let"s go kill it.”
The young man smiled and yelled to the crew. “Long boats at the ready!”
The man smiled as he saw the crew begin to lower the long boats. Just like the legends, he thought. He jumped into one of
