Author's Note: My first non-scrapped story (and dammit, I will finish this), so there will be mistakes. I welcome all criticism as long as you bring it about in a polite manner please.
Also, for anyone who doesn't know, italics are thoughts.
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Held up by the ocean's sturdy arms, the passenger ship gently rocked back and forth, the motion coming across as unnoticed by the people on it. A soft breeze blew, bringing a refreshing wind rather than acting as a nuisance to the inhabitants of the small boat. Rays of light stretched down to caress them, and they welcomed it with open arms. The sky was tinted a light blue and was almost completely clear with the exception of a few straggler clouds.
It would be right to call it a perfect day.
A perfect day just insisting to be ruined.
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"All hands on deck! All hands on deck!" The captain bellowed, competing with the roaring of the storm. The ship's crew scrambled to the ship's top, awaiting orders while shifting anxiously and glancing at one another.
"You! Ready the lifeboats. There's no chance She'll make it out of here." He pointed to a number of the crew, watched as they ran off, and then fixed his attention on the remaining members. "Wake up the passengers if they aren't already, and get them here!" As he finished speaking a crack of lightning flashed in the sky, and he shouted at them with urgency, "Go!"
"Get up! Get up! Everyone get on top of the ship immediately!" The crew cried out, pounding on everyone's doors. The young woman groaned, quickly crawling out of her bed. As if she wasn't awake already. She groped her way over towards the light switch, only to find out it didn't work. Smart, Chelsea. Twisting the door and pulling it open, she winced as the sailors ran down her hallway again.
"Forget your belongings, there's no time! We need you up here NOW!" Another shot of lightning, which she used to dive into the room to snag her rucksack. Not a few seconds later, thunder followed, but this time, the noise was horrifyingly close. "She's been hit! Everyone onto the lifeboats NOW!" Chelsea gasped after hearing the captain's words, running towards the small, semi-crowded staircase. Rain sprayed onto the girl's face once she had made it to the top deck, making it difficult to see. What she could manage was that people were gathering on lifeboats, most of which were already on them rowing away, battling the waves.
Surveying the area around her, she realized she was one of the last people left. Chelsea raised her head to see the shocking image of the boat's chimney crumbling apart, and panicked, eager to push past the rest of the people to safety, but restraining herself. "Hurry up!" The captain urged her not long after, leading her onto the second-to-last boat. Her vision blurred and her head feeling dizzy, she could barely make out a number of red-heads and an elderly man around her. Is this… even for real? Clutching her head and burying her face into her hand, Chelsea did not see the crew and the captain escape onto the only lifeboat left, nor did watch the once proud ship tremble at the hands of the sea, slowly being swallowed by the massive being. She did not feel the comforting hand of the older woman on her shoulder, and she could not understand the chatter as they spoke amongst themselves. Giving in, the lids of her eyes blackened her already dark view of the world, and she passed out.