It was a huge dragon. The warty, earthy body resembled a
movable mound in the vast ocean. His skin glowed on full moon nights many
leagues away. His eyes could distinguish any vessel that ventured through that
dangerous sea. The still and silent air prevented him from spreading his
beautiful wings to the wind.
In the time of storms, the dragon easily waded through the
waves and took advantage of the gusty wind to stretch its wings that would take
it to other places. Many say that he cried his anguish with the snorts that for
days he blew into the wind. It really was a nice specimen. It was the last
dragon. The largest that ever existed on earth. When he put his head in the
water, it curled furiously. Then the waves ravaged the shores.
The last time this was known, it was the day that it
appeared on the surface throwing fire from its jaws against the boats that were
in one of the fishing seasons. with the fire that it expelled, it evaporated a
good portion of the seawater, and produced an immense whirlpool that consumed
it completely. The sailors still remember that last marine storm that survived,
although in their memory they will never forget the tides of water and fire in
the middle of the immensity of the ocean, haunted by that marine monstrosity.