[ PM ] Give me a prompt , I 'll write you a story .

It's been 6 months since we've seen land. Between the storms and the elements, there's not much left of the sails, the men are growing anxious. The food rationing is taking its toll. We're all starving. No fish to be found. No rain in weeks. 
 
 As the crew lay strewn about the deck, in various stages of starvation and heat stroke, a bright light surrounds the boat from beneath the waves... the water churns and roils, a horrid screech emerges from the waves... The captain, his eyes squinting from the demon sun, sees an outline emerge from the waves... `` No... it ca n't be! It's...'' 

