[ WP ] You 're an explorer in the Dark Ages and set out westwards to show that the earth is round . Except it is n't and together with your crew you sail off the world 's edge .

*It's been a while, so apologies if this is subpar* 
 
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 `` Come on you sea dogs!'' The captain spat onto the stern's floor. The mucous was washed away as another wave crashed into the boat `` Put some back into it!'' The men worked even harder at their stations. Below, deckhands had migrated to throw any non-essential goods overboard to try and make SS Glory more nimble on the water. The sails were flattened against the strong wind that slammed against the Glory, knocking the crew over and dragging us closer towards it. The air sucked itself in, then exploded outwards. 
 
 I started to count the seconds on my numb fingers, tapping the wood. Even in the crows nest I did n't avoid my eyes blinking from the wind and sea salt that came with it. I was drenched in coarse sea water that scrubbed my skin raw. My eyes wept as I kept my eyes on the edge of the world which approached us. The turbulent water dropped off and beyond the edge, there was nothing but black. How did the oceans stay full with so much lost here? 
 
 `` How close is it boy?'' Captain Tyran shouted at me. 
 
 `` Thirty feet, Captain!'' Tryan cursed and shouted at the men again, something inaudible. 
 
 `` Keep watching!'' I felt the pressure drop again and the wind exploded from the edge again, slowing the Glory down it was pushed back for a moment. The wind started again. It happened every twenty seconds, by my count. An idea sprang into mind, a risky one. 
 
 `` Captain!'' I shouted but the wind carried my words and spread them out to the four corners of the wild. I shouted harder. `` Tyran!'' the boat lurched closer to the edge and Tyran shouted at the deck hands again. I looked up. Fifteen feet. Grabbing the sail rope I dropped down and landed on the deck clumsily twisting my left ankle. Despite the pain I ran to the Captain and grabbed him. 
 
 `` What do you want you bilge rat?'' Tryan shoved my hand off his thick, scarred arms. 
 
 `` I have a plan,'' I remembered Tyran's petty stance on titles. `` Captain.'' 
 
 Tyran looked at me as if he was satisfied to be respected even as we were on a track to falling off the edge of the world to our dooms. `` What plan, boy?'' 
 
 `` First, we have to let down our sails.'' The boat shot back a few feet from the wind. I counted on my fingers. 
 
 `` Have you gone mad? If I was in the mood to die I'd use this,'' he gestured at his dagger, in it's sheath. 
 
 `` Just listen,'' I ordered. Five seconds. `` If we lift the sails and rotate so we are going backwards we'll be able to sail out of the edge using the wind that keeps shooting us back.Two. One.'' The wind was particularly stronger then, the Glory nearly overturned. The Captain spluttered water out of his mouth and sighed. 
 
 `` I see your point, boy, but what if it does n't work?'' 
 
 `` Then, we're dead. Either way, we're dead. This could save us.'' I stood back and let the Captain decide for himself. 
 
 `` Very well,'' he whispered. For the first time, I saw doubt in those eyes. `` Lift the sails! I want to see the mast and nothing else!'' the sailors looked back confused. `` Do what I say you devil spawns.'' 
 
 I breathed in relief. 
 
 `` If this does n't work,'' he warned. 
 
 `` If it does n't work, we wo n't have much time to worry.'' I finished. Tyran's nostrils flared as he started to spit out a rebuke. `` It's in your hands now Captain.'' 
 
 `` Tell me when then.'' I nodded and let Tyran concentrate on turning the boat around. The waves threatened to over turn us and render my plan in vain, but we had our backs against the edge now. I resisted the urge to vomit when the thought of how close we must be came to mind. So close to the edge. Close to death. 
 
 `` Ten seconds!'' I blurted out. Tyran ordered the men to keep the sails ready to be dropped. 
 
 `` Five seconds!'' Hands shaking I gripped the deck of the boat to steady them. I stole a glance at Tyran's hands, which had white knuckles from choking the wheel of the ship. I looked up and saw his eyes smouldering. I broke eye contact before those eyes burnt into me. I stopped the count in my head and felt... nothing. 
 
 The Captain turned to look at me with murder in his eyes. I swallowed with fear and made to reason with him. Before he could beat me to death, which would be impressive - falling off the edge of the world with me in his meaty hands, the pressure dropped and he threw his hands on the wheel. 
 
 `` Now lads! Loose the sails!'' The men followed the order and as we began to move over the edge and the bow of the boat raised out of the water. A blast of wind loud enough to pop my ears jettisoned us into the air. The Glory shot out of the water completely, and we escaped the strong pull of the wind. An unearthly roar came from the edge, but we managed to escape the wind before it started again. 
 
 The men heaved with exhaustion and relief as Tyran looked at me with begrudging appreciation. He opened his mouth to commend me, presumably, before another man cut him off. 
 
 `` What's that in the water?'' he exclaimed pointing a wet, shaking finger at a large black shape coming from the edge itself. The shape was twice as wide as the boat at least four times as long. Five smaller, but still large, shapes came off the parent shape before it stopped under the hull of the boat. The crew fell silent, even the breathing stopped. 
 
 Five thick tentacles exploded from beneath the Glory and held it, dragging us back towards the edge. The men brought out their cutlasses and started to slice at the green and black masses that split the deck apart with their strength. Their blades bounced off sending them shaking back with shock and pain. One sailor, not thinking straight, abandoned ship and leapt off the Glory into the infested waters. 
 
 Immediately, he attempted to get onto the Glory again. He grabbed at the side of the boat and tried to climb up. To us, it looked as if he could not muster the strength to lift himself. A bubbling came from beneath him and he started to scream shrilly. He cried out before being pulled into the water, his hands were left behind. 
 
 Tyran watched this aghast. The crew looked at him for guidance, but he had none to give. This was far out of his depth. All he did was lean back against the deck and watch as the tentacles lifted the boat into the air and carried us to the edge. 
 
 `` Tyran,'' I said, not bothering with formalities. `` You were a good captain.'' 
 
 `` You're damn right, so it's Captain Tryan or Sir.'' Tyran looked up at me dejectedly. `` Thank you though.'' 
 
 The tentacles let go of us but it was too late, we were near vertical falling over the edge. Someone did n't hold on tight enough and fell out of the boat into the never ending blackness. Tyran gasped in shock and I looked where he, and the crew, looked. 
 
 The source of the tentacles was a giant kraken-human hybrid holding up the world. The face was relatively normal, except it was in the shape of a squid and mottled green. I noted it had n't a nose as if that was important. When it opened it's mouth we saw the wreckage of ships trapped in it's sharp and uneven teeth. It looked at us with near apathy and several tentacles grabbed us and lifted us into it's maw. I saw black and the sound of the teeth crunching was all that could be heard, for a while. 
 
 I woke up and felt thick drool all over me. Wiping it off with my arm I saw a light in the distance and stumbled towards it over the soft, pink, bouncy floor. I was in the creatures mouth. I looked into the darkness, where it's throat lay and hoped it would not feel my clumsy walking and swallowed. The light was a fire, high in the mouth of the beasts teeth. A while of climbing later and a few close calls on the teeth I hoisted myself over the edge and saw Tyran unconscious on the floor, and a man with a white beard with one leg who questioned me. 
 
 `` And who do you be? Or rather, who do you think that you be, if that not be who you be?'' 
 
 Mind awash from the whole thing, I groaned at him in confusion. `` Err, what?'' 
 
 `` Arr? So you be a pirate then!'' The man got up and jumped on me even with the one leg. 
 
 `` No! No! I'm just an explorer. We wanted to see if the world was round, or if it had an edge.'' The man got off me and took his place on a piece of wood from a hull. 
 
 `` I believe you, I do. That's what he said, before he knocked off.'' 
 
 `` And who are you then?'' 
 
 `` Name's Ahab. Do n't worry about this, you'll be fine.'' 
 
 `` Fine?'' I shouted. `` How can we be fine in the mouth of a monster?'' 
 
 `` It's not my first time. Now sit, we have a lot to talk about.'' 
 
 I relented and edged closer to the fire. The heat seeped into me. The smoke clouded my thoughts and I soon found myself leaning forward, several times I almost fell into the fire as Ahab spoke. 
 
 `` Actually, just take a rest and we'll talk later.'' I nodded and let myself sleep on the gums of the kraken. What odd thing to say. It had been an odd day. Here we were, over the edge. 
 
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