Then it happened. With out any advice of preparation the ship was hit by something. The crew fell into the floor, supplies were all over the deck, you could see cannon balls rolling all over the place; liquor bottles broken, everything everywhere except for their place. The hit was so violent even one guy fell from the crow’s nest into the water, never to be seen again. The source of this impact was a mystery.
Some thought it had been a rock, that seemed like the most logic option, but Captain Gorrilla had other beliefs.
“Do you think it was a whale my Captain?” asked John Paul.
“No, something bigger.” Answered Gorrilla as he stood up. He took out his telescope and started to look around to see if there was anything that could explain the violent hit. He then saw something that would paralyze him for a moment, turning his worst thoughts into a reality, it was a fin of what looked like a giant shark coming right at them.
“Incoming attack!” He screamed as hard as his voice would allow, alerting all the crew into what was coming.
“Prepare cannons, and angle the sails for max speed! Today will not be the end for us boys.” He took his sniper ant pointed into the fin as it approached.
The crew was fast to take the cannon balls from the lower decks and load the cannons, those not in charge of the cannons pointed their guns to the giant fin.
“To my signal!” He screamed. From the water then rose a giant mouth, full of teeth sharp as a diamonds, ready to take a bite at the side of the ship.
“Fire!” A big round of cannon balls were fired towards the beast, some hit the spot and some failed, but they didn’t stop the monster from impacting the ship. Men fell into the water, parts of the ship were blown apart. This time the hit was even worse.
“On team repair and one team bail the water out! Don’t let this ship sink.”
The same cycle repeated three more times, each one of them taking the life of more men. Captain Gorrilla was desperate, he couldn’t believe that his ship once again was falling victim of the attack of a ginormous creature. He was fearing the moment one of his men would shout “There are no more planks”, that would mean the end, all the treasure raided for nothing. Would this really be the end of his legendary life.
Then it occurred to him… (to be continued)