"Grey rock. Blue water. Nothing else."
That's what the captain told the mutineers as he had them stripped, cut multiple times with a knife and then tied to cannonball's before being thrown overboard.
"Well I lie...If your lucky that's all you'll see before you drown! If your unlucky...it'll be the Hammerhead Sharks' teeth ripping you open before you mutinous dogs die!"
The crew laughed as the mutineers were thrown over one by one.
When it came to my turn, as I fell down towards the water, I wondered which fate was in store for me?...
"Grey rock? Blue Water? Or Something else?..."
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Scott Grim
I am a writer based in the UK. I specialise in writing film, tv and fiction scripts based in the Horror, Sci-Fi and Fantasy Genres! I first began writing on a regular basis during 2020 and love to create mainly short stories!
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