The Island (Patreon)

The captain blinked, shook his head and looked again. The sea was rising. A wall of water all along the horizon was rising up into the air. Radar showed a huge signature, still dozens of miles away but clearly visible on the horizon with the naked eye. As the water continued to run off the dome it was becoming apparent that an enormous island was rising out of the sea. Even from this distance several aircraft carriers could be seen caught high and dry, grounded… grounded on… Grounded on what looked to be a nipple. A breast the size of an island had risen out of the sea. 

“Hard starboard! Hard starboard! We need to get out of here now!” Spittle flew as he yelled into the radio. “Mayday! Mayday!”

Suddenly a huge wind blew up accompanied by a roar greater than a thousand typhoons. The island rose and fell. She was taking a breath.