The prologue…
The moon shone over the vast expense of sea, its rays glistening on every wave. It was a blue moon, and many people have gone to the beach to experience this phenomenon. A mother rocked her baby in her pram. She cooed to him softly.
"Look, Ricky, a blue moon! Isn't it nice?"
The baby laughed in his subconscious state, oblivious to what really was going on. Suddenly he started sputtering out syllables.
"Honey," the mother called out to her husband, getting excited. "I think our baby is saying his first words!"
The father turned around and walked to the pram, peering at the baby.
The baby continued to sputter. He started to say sounds, "be", "bel", bell.
"Bell?" she asked, looking at her husband, who was equally confused. The baby continued on for some while until, to their utter surprise, started to sing.
"The bell has been raised from its watery grave,"
"Ricky?" the mother asked anxiousness in her tone.
"Can you hear its sepulchral tone? A call to all, pay heed the squall, and turn your sails toward home."
"Ricky!" she cried, terribly worried. By this time, all the people at the beach have heard the eerie voice. It is a much lighter pitch than a baby's voice and sounds nothing like the baby which the song is emitting from. Suddenly, the waters draw back into the sea, far back. It stays in that position for a second before rushing toward the shore, bringing the tide higher than the already high night tide. The people are now visibly afraid. They start running up the shore, screaming. All the while, the eerie music carries on.
"…where ever we'll roam." The baby continues. His eyes are cloudy and glassed over. The mother has never seen anything like it, its as if her baby is possessed.
"Yo, ho. Haul together."
The waters rush out to sea, and then rushes back again bringing the tide higher.
"Hoist the colors high."
The tide came in again, ever higher than before.
"Heroes, thieves and beggars,"
The screaming people raced onto the grass to escape the tide, which had engulfed the tide was sucked back out again with an unnatural force. It remained far out at sea, forming a wall of water.
"RICKY!"The mother called out in one, final attempt to rouse the baby from his enchantment.
"Ne-ver shall we die."
The sea came back to the shore. With force. The wave crashed onto shore and rapidly advanced up the beach, taking down any soul unfortunate enough to get caught. The eyes of the baby became clearer and he started gurgling like a normal baby again. However, his clear eyes soon turned teary as the wave of water came toward them. The mother lay on the pram, sobbing, the father consoling her. She looked up at her baby and saw him crying. He's normal again, she thought a smile on her face. She hugged her baby one last time.
"My Ricky," she cooed softly.
The wave soon engulfed them, along with many other unfortunate souls. Amongst the sounds of screams and crashing waves, the blue moon shone on, undeterred, unhindered.
Merciless.
On to chapter one.