"I saw red.." a young mariner kept repeating,
The bartender chuckled, "And how are you here, little one?"
In the darkness of the ocean, a place where the sun's gentle light never reached, dwelled a monster. A being so ancient, even the gods up above couldn't point to its origins. A whale larger than the largest of whales, a crocodile sporting a million teeth, or even something entirely different. No one knows its appearance, for when a sailor spots the myriad of tentacles sprouting from the ocean, only a cry can be heard;
Words that most mariners hear once in their lifetime.
"Turn to starboard!" The captain yelled. There was a sliver of hope. Some survived, the old man thought. But that ember was extinguished, for when the water beneath the ship turned to red, their fates were sealed.
The gaping maw of the Leviathan opened, and to the bystander at the beach, a ship plummeted into the sea.
No one knows why it hunts ships; some believe to be their cargo, others place their bets on sheer misfortune. But as the popular mariner saying goes, "When you see red, embrace death."