Flashy Friday: Its Giant Hands

Captain Egre stood, mouth agape on the starboard bow and uncertain how to proceed as the monstrous construct held the ship in place. The sea raged against the storm, powerful winds whipping and tearing the sail. Unmoved by the howling wind, unfazed by the torrents of rain, the construct had saved their lives, but to what end? And where had it even come from?
 
“Captain?” her first mate called above the roar of a raging sea.
 
“Hold your fire,” Captain Egre said, and she stared into the eerily glowing eyes of the monstrosity that held their very lives in its giant hands.

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