DP Gregoire Fiction - Megamus the Bronze God - Part 1: A Day at Sea

Friday March 19th 2021

The dawn of man, a very-very-very-very-very-very-very long time ago. Sometime between the time of the dinosaurs and the automobile. Back to a time when we thought they all lived in caves, dragged their knuckles, and spoke in nothing but grunts & growls.

Megamus could do it all. He grew his own crops, tended his own animals, made his own clothes, built his own house, created pottery for food & water storage, built his own raft. He could hunt, fish, sing, dance, and even wrestle. Megamus was self-sufficient, relying on no one else but himself. If he needed it in his life, he figured out how to do it, and do it well.

Aside from being completely self-sufficient, he was a bronze god, standing at 6 feet 5 inches tall, with long blonde hair which ran just passed his shoulders. His muscular physique weighing a chiseled 230 pounds, glistening in the sun when he oiled himself up, as he usually did. After all, he had to keep his immaculate tan!

He often enjoyed time out at sea, a basket of berries to snack on, his dog to hang out with, the sun to bronze his skin. His dog was a wolf in which he tamed, the task quite easy. One day he found a few of his livestock missing, tracked the culprit back to its lair, and realized it was this lone wolf. Instead of beating the life out of it, he choose to bring it food, day-in-and-day-out, until eventually, it built a dependency on Megamus' generosity.

A holiday was coming up, when a holiday comes up, Megamus would go out to sea and try & catch the best seafood he can. Most times he had luck and would bring back a shark. Sometimes he would get other big catches as well, octopus, squid, whale. If he couldn't lift and put it upon the raft, he would stab it to death and tow it behind.

Today, the raft sailed on calm waters, an absence of wind, so he paddled. Megamus made it out further than he had ever made it before. Land was not in sight from any direction, not a cloud in the sky, it endless and blue. The turquoise sea clear and infinite.

He was oiled up from head-to-toe, wearing nothing but sandals and a thong. The sun glistened off of his chiseled physique as he flexed in various powerful poses, his pecs bouncing up-and-down showing off his masculinity. He often did this, it was comedy to him, as well as good practice for showing off to potential mates.

His dog laid idly by, not finding his antics amusing. The pole cast into the water just off of the side of the raft. A net towed behind the raft, catching whatever would be behind. A pile of stones at the raft's center.

When Megamus became bored of flexing, he picked up the rocks to toss at seagulls in the sky. His aim was so great that he could kill two seagulls with just one rock! The seagulls were his worst enemies out at sea, they always tried to steal his fish. He used to have to fight them off, suffering the loss of some fish, however, he became wiser. Now, he preemptively kills off all of the seagulls before trying for his big haul. Today, he murdered 206 of the flighty bastards.

Hour upon hour came and went, the fishing this day was not good. There were only a few small fish which he had in his basket. Yes, he made the basket himself. The net, the pole, everything, dammit, now quit asking.

Suddenly it became darker, which is odd because the sun was still out with no cloud in the sky. Then, the dog started barking. Megamus grew curious, he peered over the edge of his raft. The turquoise sea was now a deep violet.

'Odd,' he thought to himself. Then, his eyes grew wide.

He started paddling in a panic. A large fin as tall as a house broke water. Waves almost as large rushing forward, washing over the raft, knocking its contents into the water, leaving Megamus and his dog soaked, still standing upon it.

He looked behind to see a mouth the size of a cave opened up just behind them. The teeth as big as his forearms. It was the biggest shark Megamus had ever seen, and he had battled great whites in the depths of the sea. Either beating them into submission, or towing them back to shore.

But, this shark was different, this shark he simply couldn't beat. And nor could he outrun it any longer. For the mammoth of an aquatic carnivore came biting down on the raft, swallowing it and the dog effortlessly, sending Megamus into the sea. And there he drifted, unconscious and alone, until eventually, he washed up on shore...