Prompt: Tired, with 45 years behind him, 30 of them sailing like a damn sailor. I believed I wouldn't die in this salty dungeon, but life, damn it, likes to catch you off guard. Now, here I am, staring at a whale-faced sea monster, the same one that has tormented me in my dreams for years. My companion, shaking like a green stick, hides at the bottom of the boat, unable to deal with the terror. I, with the last harpoon in my hands, pray that luck will guide my arm and hit the vital point of this colossal creature. In the background, our beloved ship burns in flames, a Dantesque scene, as if hell itself decided to welcome us. The sea doesn't care about your age or the stories you bring with you, it just wants to drown you in the unknown. And now, here, on the edge of this abyss, I can only think that perhaps I have lived too long for a tired sailor. John romita style illustration,

Style: Cinematic