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human
Write a short story about a fisherman catching a sea monster. Write the story using stereotypical sailor speech, from the perspective of the sailor who caught the monster.
gpt
Let me spin ye a yarn, a yarn such as ye never heard. It was quite a few years ago when I set out into the storm. Rain battered my bare hands as I tried to set the riggings right, and waves threatened the sanctity of my vessel. Into a black column of roaring cloud, I went.  It was a struggle against the devil himself. And then it was calm. I lie in the eye of the storm, where neither rain nor wind bothered nobody.

There, I cast my line. I had my heart set on one beast of the sea, and the bait was set to match. Three weeks past I'd caught a marlin, 8 feet long, and had kept it on ice till this moment. The God of Storms was a hungry beast and would eat no less. Aye, that's what they called her: the God of Storms, a monster whose churning limbs cast storms into the very sky. Why'd ye think this part of the world was so stormy?

Well, in fishing sometimes there ain't much to do but wait, and so I did. But for every minute that I waited, the far side of the storm drew nearer. Naturally, I latched my line to the ship and rowed as best I could to keep pace, but the wall drew ever nearer. Soon, I felt the cold wind nipping and stray drops of rain. The wind spun the boat despite all my strength. I was lost to the storm again.

But only for a moment! A terrible pull on the line shot my boat back into the eye of the storm. My oars snapped from my hand and shattered against the strength of the sea. It could only have been the God of Storms! We struggled there for a day and a night. With all my strength, I fought the beast and pinned an entire storm to that one spot on the sea!

Equally matched, the beast rose for a moment above the churning waters. I lobbed my harpoon, striking the beast right in its vast crimson eye. It screamed with a voice ye could never imagine, but the retaliation was terrible. With one swipe, the beast splintered my boat and we both sank below.

When I came to, it was on a sandy shoal, the beast and the storm long gone.