A local fishing boat was attack, and the captain was the only one that survived. He claimed that the ship was attacked by a giant shark, however no one believed him until he decided to prove that megalon is still alive
"You ain't gonna believe what I'm 'bout to tell ya," Captain Jerry said, his voice thick with the salt of the sea and a hint of desperation. His eyes, usually the color of a stormy ocean, now held the depth of pure terror.
"What happened out there, Jerry?" Old Man Jenkins leaned in, his pipe clenched between his teeth, the smoke swirling around his ears like a cloud of curiosity.
Jerry took a deep, shaky breath, his chest rising and falling beneath his tattered flannel shirt. "It were a monster, I swear on my mother's grave. Bigger 'n anythin' I ever laid eyes on. Swam right up to the 'Stormbreaker' and tore 'er apart like she was made of paper."
The crowd at the dockside bar grew quiet, the only sound the crackling of the ancient radio playing a forgotten tune in the corner. The locals, accustomed to Jerry's tall tales after a night of whiskey, exchanged skeptical glances.
"This ain't no tall tale, folks," Jerry insisted, his calloused hands gripping the edge of the counter. "It was Megalon, I tell ya. The same one that took down half the fleet fifty years ago. He's still out there, and he's hungry."
The room remained still, the air thick with doubt and whispers of ridicule. Megalon was a legend, a creature that had been thought to be nothing more than a myth for decades. A giant shark that had been talked about in hushed voices around campfires, a cautionary story for those who dared to venture too far out to sea. But the evidence was clear - the wreckage of the 'Stormbreaker' and the haunted look in Jerry's eyes.
The bartender, a stout woman named Betty, slammed a mug of beer in front of him. "On the house, Jerry," she said gruffly, her expression a mix of pity and doubt. "But maybe you should keep these kinda stories for when you're out at sea, huh?"
Jerry downed the beer in one gulp, his eyes never leaving the horizon. "I'll prove it," he murmured, almost to himself. "I'll show 'em all."
The following morning, the 'Stormbreaker' was nothing but a memory, a few scattered planks floating in the water serving as a silent gravestone for the crew that had been lost. Captain Jerry stood on the edge of the dock, the salty breeze ruffling his gray hair. His eyes were set on the horizon, where the line between the sea and sky blurred like a forgotten promise.
With a grim determination, he began to gather his gear. He knew the townsfolk thought he was mad, but he had seen the monster with his own eyes. The sea had always been his home, and now it was also his battleground. He had survived countless storms and battles with the ocean's fury, but this was different. This was personal.
The engine of the 'Sea Maiden', the smallest boat in the harbor, roared to life as he cast off the lines. The sun had barely crested the horizon, casting a soft glow on the waves that stretched out before him. As he headed into the open water, the silence was broken only by the rhythmic chug of the engine and the slap of the waves against the hull.
Jerry had never felt more alone, yet he was fueled by a burning need to vindicate himself and honor his lost crew. The sea had always been a fickle mistress, but this time, she had shown her true colors - and he was ready to face the beast she had spawned.
The journey was long and the sea was unforgiving, but Jerry's resolve never wavered. He had a score to settle with Megalon, and he wasn't going to rest until he did. The horizon grew closer, the line between reality and legend blurring with each mile he put between himself and the safety of the shore. He had a plan, a wild and dangerous plan, but it was all he had.
And so, the solitary figure of Captain Jerry cut through the waves, a tiny speck in the vastness of the ocean, driven by a truth that no one else would believe. The sea was his witness, and he would make it his stage for the ultimate revelation.
Days turned into nights and nights into days as he ventured further out, his eyes peeled for any sign of the mythical predator. The 'Sea Maiden' was his vessel, a symbol of hope amidst the salty abyss. Each dawn brought a renewed sense of urgency, and with it, a strange kinship with the creature he sought.
The fifth day out at sea, the calmness of the water was suddenly shattered by a tremor so violent it seemed the earth itself had split open. The 'Sea Maiden' lurched as a colossal shadow emerged beneath her, casting a terrifying silhouette across the surface. Megalon had found him.
Jerry's heart pounded like a drum in his chest, a symphony of fear and anticipation. He had anticipated this moment, had prepared for it, but nothing could have readied him for the sheer magnitude of the beast that now surrounded his boat. The shark's fin sliced through the water, a monolith of darkness and power.
With trembling hands, he attached the homemade shark tag to the harpoon, a device that would broadcast Megalon's location to the world. It was his only weapon, his only proof. As the shark closed in, the air grew thick with the scent of ancient terror.
Jerry took aim, his breathing shallow and his eyes locked on the monster's unblinking gaze. The moment stretched out like a tightrope between life and legend. With a roar that echoed through the emptiness, he launched the harpoon.
The weapon found its mark, embedding deep into the shark's flesh. Megalon roared in fury, the sound rippling through the water like thunder. The 'Sea Maiden' was thrown into chaos as the giant creature thrashed about, a fierce battle of wills ensuing.
The shark's jaws snapped mere feet from the boat, a dance of death that had been playing out in the deep for millennia. Yet, Jerry stood firm, the line taut between them, a man and his destiny intertwined.
The tag beeped to life, sending a signal that would reach the shores of doubt and disbelief. The creature's power was undeniable, but so was the captain's resolve.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of crimson and gold, the battle raged on. The line grew tauter, the boat groaned, and the shark's fury grew. But in that moment, as the world watched the drama unfold through the digital echoes of the tag's signal, Captain Jerry became more than a fisherman with a wild tale.
He was the harbinger of truth, the man who had dared to challenge the unseen. And as the first images of Megalon's massive form began to flood the news reports back home, the legend of the giant shark was reborn, and with it, the chilling realization that the sea's secrets were not so easily buried.
This is the 2nd chapter in the monster and cryted story I am work on.