Stranded

The roaring waves were crashing on the shore, endlessly polishing the scattered pebbles. Here on the Dead Coast, fishermen were roaming the beach as they had been for ages.
This morning though, the sea had spat a monster. Colossal frame piercing the mist, a sea giant that was laying dead.

- Good heavens ! What even is that thing? said the old man, leaning towards rows of sharp teeth.
- Hell if I know. This is up to no good, that I can tell you! This place is cursed.
- Eerh You ain't wrong 'bout this.
- I've said it one too many times, but we should quit this bloody life and go somewhere sunnier.