Ciara Cullinane

​My wrists ached as he gripped my forearm tightly. I could feel the beast below me, who soon made it known it would not wait any longer for its feast. A deafening roar shook the ship. The Captain looked down at me, grinning. "Any last words, little mermaid?" I gritted my teeth. I hate asking for mercy. "Please Captain, my people need me!". He laughed. "Ah yes, but does that make any difference to me?" As he let go and I fell to what seemed to be my death, I knew it was not the end. For when there is suffering, a hero will rise to end it...