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Captain Broahm hadn't been asleep nearly long enough when he was dumped unceremoniously from his bunk onto the floor. Cursing, he'd barely gotten his bearings before the ship righted itself, tossing him backwards into the bulkhead, sending a blinding flash of lightning through his already aching head.

His left eye clouded, and he wiped at the blood that was pooling there from a fresh gash on his forehead.

"Bugger," he grumbled, pulling himself upright with help from the cargo nets lining the sleeping quarters.

Staggering out of the still swaying cabin into the hallway, he climbed the ladder onto the bridge and found the first officer white knuckled at the wheel. Half the instrument lights were out or flickering and several of the windows were missing, broken glass scattered across the console and onto the floor.

"Grady, what the hell was that? You hit something?"

The startled first officer turned and stammered "Plane, I think, hit us. It's out there in the water." He pointed out the battered port side windows into the darkness. In the distance, lights flickered in and out of view as the waves rocked the ship.

"Any plane hit us like that would be in pieces at the bottom of the ocean by now." Broahm shouldered open the door to get a clearer view from the deck. Both hands gripping the railing against the rocking of the ship, he could see clearly another vessel hanging just off their port side. Broahm blinked, and rubbed his eyes. The other vessel appeared to be sitting just above the water, the waves sliding harmlessly beneath its hull.

Broahm shook his head, wiping again at the blood trickling into his eye. Maybe he'd taken more of a bang than he'd realized.

"Must be a life raft," he thought before yelling back into the cabin, "Grady, fetch us a flare and the glasses."

The first officer appeared in the doorway moments later with a flare gun and a pair of binoculars.

"Sir," he said, handing the equipment to the Captain.

Broahm took the gear from him, firing the flare into the night sky and scoping the other craft through the glasses as the pyrotechnic turned nighttime into midday.

The other craft sat still, featureless, long and narrow, hovering just above the water. As Broahm searched its length, he lit upon a figure standing on a platform, partially submerged in the water off the side. It was looking up, watching the flare arc across the sky. Easily as tall as he was, perhaps taller with no visible clothing and a large blunt face split by the thin line of a mouth that wrapped nearly half way around its head. From where its ears should have been stared large unblinking eyes. Running down the side of its neck, ribbon-like slits undulated as waves washed over them, its body slick and glistening in the artificial daylight.

"Grady, get us the bloody hell out of here." Broahm yelled back into the cabin without looking.

He felt warmth tracing its way back down his forehead towards his eye, and absently wiped it away, flinging the fluid into the sea. As the red droplets hit the water, he caught a flurry of movement through the glasses. The creature was looking right at him now, lips peeled back revealing rows upon rows of jagged teeth. Broahm's stomach knotted at the realization that whatever it was, it was smiling.
From Wikipedia: Flash Fiction - 'Flash fiction differs from vignettes in that the works contain the classic story elements: protagonist, conflict, obstacles or complications, and resolution. However, unlike a traditional short story, the limited word length often forces some of these elements to be unwritten, that is, hinted at or implied in the written storyline.'

In the case of 365tomorrows - Flash Fiction is a story of ideally 500 words, and new in the 3rd year a 600 word maximum.

StJoan issued a Lit Command - "Write a piece entitled: fuck you, I'm a space shark". Technically isn't exactly titled that, but it's the underlying message. Consider the command acted upon.
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They're gonna need a bigger boat. Selachimorpha da Spazio by `SRSmith is a wonderful piece of disturbing flash fiction. ( Suggested by Kiresg and Featured by Halatia )

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StJoan Featured By Owner Sep 15, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
SRSmith Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2011   Writer
Haha! Thanks!
Vehemont-Protector Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2011  Student Writer
Cool read here :)
SRSmith Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2011   Writer
michael-dalberti Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2011
Awesome read!
SRSmith Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2011   Writer
Thank you!
Jakit Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2011  Student General Artist
wow! is there more???
SRSmith Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2011   Writer
It's just a flash, nothing more.
CaptainKaspurr Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Congrats on the daily deviation! The way you wrote this made it so clear for me to imagine it, like I was really there! The last paragraph was my favorite, a total cliffhanger. :]
SRSmith Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2011   Writer
Thanks very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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