It happened on a midnight eveningalong the coast of Morro Bay,
The town was asleep but I felt bereaved, tossing and turning for sweet slumber I craved. It was half past one when my adventure had just begun, so I leapt up! and ran to the streets. With slippers in tow and an old linen robe, I was Byron’s ghost set to haunt the sea.
I sprinted past old bait shops, beyond Miss Meisner’s abode, and straight to my sailboat, Maureen. With a tug on her sails and coarse ropes in my hands, I led the groaning sea vessel towards lapping night waves.
After a moment, I looked down at the ocean to discover yellow, crystalline eyes. Both terrible and proud, i watched its razored mouth flash me a sinister smile. “it wants to kill me,” I thought, but instead it gazed back and decided to stay for a while.
The creature’s spindly claws latched onto my boat. I wanted to scream- to run away! But the eagerness in its eyes… it drew me in closer promising kinship among the sea spray.