by M. J. Joachim
The sea raged as Gerald crossed the bow to lower the sail and reel in the fishing line. Sudden storms like this were rare this time of year, but Gerald had been prepared. He always kept a close eye on the weather, knowing that a day like this was perfect for his plan.
Family and friends thought nothing of it when he told them he’d be setting sail that day. Morning fog had lifted, the sun was shining. Waves off Maine’s coast were calm, easily leading a smooth path out to sea.
Everyone knew Gerald needed his time alone on the sea. It was his solace, a place of comfort and reconciliation for him. As he leaned over the starboard side of the ship to catch the line, he peered deep into the depths, past the whitecaps that lay before him, mystified by the enigma of his fate.
All those predators lay hidden deep within the sea. Gerald was proclaimed a hero – not a murderer throughout the mainland. He was the man courageous enough to save the children, a Pied Piper of his times, as it were. It was only a matter of time before everyone realized the women who bore them were also disappearing.
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