#innasauce

Ships break apart at those same, sharp rocks and the seamen whisper to themselves - few ever make it back and those who do are shaking, shivering mutes. Among those same, sharp rocks, a pale form lies in wait, lazing as she does, her eyes sharp and her teeth sharper still her skin is muddy, seaweed tangled in her hair, her smile terrifying, and the skinny sailors are her favourite snack. Still, some scoff, approaching her, why would they not be able to harpoon her and be done with it? When she opens her mouth to _s c r e a m_ the fight is over before it's begun (ears are bleeding, limbs are shaking, frozen, eyes are wide and frightened--) another ship breaks apart at those same, sharp rocks and moving slowly, slowly, unhurried, she goes to search her lunch amongst those drowning.