Waves crash against the boat as I pull the paddle through the current, roughly. The box of tackle rustles at the movement. My fishing rod rests under my arm. If I don’t catch something then my family can’t ear tonight.

Once I set everything up, I get into position. The bait lands a half mile away. Now I just have to wait. This is the hard part, staying observant while waiting.

It takes a while until something finally bites. It’s heavy. Too heavy. My arms strain, trying to pull the rod to me. SNAP!! Shit. The rod cracks in 2, wood shavings littering my boat. What is that thing?

I see something moving towards me in the water. Sharp, shark like fins following one after another. It rises out the water looking me straight in the eye. The size of it is astonishing.

It opens it’s mouth and for a moment I think it’s going to swallow me whole. Fish slide out from its throat. So many fish. It grins at me a stupid grin. I smile back. This thing just regurgitated the whole river onto my boat. We are going to eat well from now on.

When I get home, I dump buckets upon buckets onto the table. “HONEYYYY I GOT DINNER!!” It has been 2 weeks since we ate. She squeals when she sees it.

After that day I named the monster Wave. He has been feeding us for years. Today when I go out he is not there. I sit for an hour or two and when he finally arrives there is nothing in his mouth. I am swallowed whole.

(I wanted to add in a plot twist but I didn’t know what type so here’s this monstrosity.)