"Pull me up ya twat!" He said, rapidly tugging on the tug excessively, much, much more than five times."I SAID PULL ME UP TWAT!" He shouted, despite knowing not a single soul could hear his constant shouting near 200 meters down. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that rusty old geezer to actually have is head screwed on right.He said, now sitting down, trying to calm down while still constantly tugging on the rope.Just then, he felt a slight shake in the dive bell that quickly turned into a violent shaking, knocking him around all which way, giving him a deep gash in his hand as his hand quickly was pulled off the rope, causing very bloody rope burn."What the fuck is going on up there?" He said in a somewhat quiet but shaky and concerned tone. Once the shaking came to a short halt, he felt the dive bell slowly ascend as his dive bell continued to shake violently, tossing him around every which way. "Holy shit!" He said before his head bashed into the side of the dive bell, knocking him unconscious.Once his eyes opened, the dive bell had stopped shaking, but it felt unstable. Every time he made even the smallest movement, he heard an eerie creak coming from outside. He calmly stood up before he felt his oxygen slowly seep from his throat. His lungs felt empty, his throat closed, and his legs and arms immediately gave up before he fell to the floor once again. Shortly after, he felt air entering his body again, and felt his muscles and blood properly running through his body before his muscles and lungs gained control again. He stood up one more time before he opened the hatch to the dive bell, still hearing the eerie creaking, and as he stepped outside to an unfamiliar, almost rustic and decrepit metal platform, he looked up once more and saw an absolutely horrifying sight.The sight of his once bright, (of course, a bit of an exaggeration,) oil rig, now rusty and falling apart that looked like as if hell itself had come from the shadows and aged the thing five-hundred or so years, probably even more.
"What... The fuck..."
The Siren’s Curseis a haunting tale of fate, vengeance, and the call of the deep. Elias Graves, a seasoned captain who once escaped the grasp of the sirens, has spent years running from the sea’s relentless pull. But the ocean never forgets—and neither does the siren he left behind. When the waves finally catch him, Elias is forced to face the truth: no man can outrun the call of the deep forever. As the tide claims him, he must decide whether to fight his fate or surrender to the song that has always been his destiny.
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A rainy day encourages Teuila's father to take her out on Oceania, but what will happen when their boat flips and they're left stranded in the Atlantic Ocean?
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Teuila just wanted a peaceful summer break after her first year at the College of Charleston. However, peace in her family never happens with her father's sailing blood. To grow closer to his little girl, he takes her out on the family's Laser, Oceania, on a rainy day that mimics a special one nineteen years earlier.
When Oceania flips and leaves father and daughter stranded in the Atlantic Ocean, they must work together to return to shore without the buff lifeguard girls running out to rescue them. Teuila has to see past her father's sailing personality and find the one she grew up with before she and her parents ran aground in Charleston Harbor.
With the help of the current, love, and just a little imagination, Teuila and her dad's fight for survival becomes nothing more than a mere Disney Channel movie. Not only that, but Teuila learns a secret-the truth behind why she carries such an unusual name.
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*Moral: Tell your loved one you love them every day.*
*Huge thanks to my dad for helping me edit!*
*Word Count: 4,000-5,000*
Quote: "Why does a daughter love her father so much? It's because she knows there's one man who will never hurt her." - Anonymous
Captain: (excitement growing)Aye, fire the X-Tron electromagnetic pulse gun! We need to kill that monster.
[The rail gun fires, sending a powerful, blue, electromagnetic pulse towards the Sea Monster, momentarily stunning it.]
As the sea monster recoiled from the electromagnetic pulse, the crew of the Starlight saw a faint, glimmer of hope. Captain Williams seized the desperate opportunity, barking out orders to his crew.