"So that's more or less it, Colonel." The two men had retired to the Colonel's office, resplendent with its wood panelling and leather-bound chairs. Both men had poured themselves a generous serving of scotch from the crystal decanter adorning the mahogany desk. The Colonel sighed, before posing a query.
"So any idea what this bally object that you spied on the deck was? Assuming there was actually something there."
"There was something there dammit!" exclaimed Max. Who did the Colonel think he was, doubting the greatest aerial asset of the British air force?
"In which case, describe the blasted thing."
Max hesitated. He had seen a giant crab, of that he was certain. A giant crab had assaulted the deck of the boat, and slunk back to the briny depths as Max had flown by. Despite his assurance however, he was conflicted. How could he expect the Colonel to believe him. Max doubted he would have believed it himself if not for seeing it with his own, eagle like eyes. It had been an utterly incredulous sight. But Max knew for the sake of anyone on board that vessel, and indeed the wider public, he had to say something, regardless of any personal risk. Giant crabs could not be allowed to roam unchecked across the coast.
"Well, Colonel. I hesitate to say it, but it's true. I believe that what I saw was a gigantic crab!" said Max, eventually. The Colonel burst out in merthless laughter.
"Poppycock! Absolute tommyrot! Perhaps your injury affected more than your leg. Or else you're still on strong painkillers. Massive crabs indeed. Ha!"
"It's true, sir!" pleaded Max. His usually unflappable guise had slipped. He was desperate to be taken seriously. The Colonel's face softened, he could tell Max genuinely believed his own tale. "This poses a great threat to our nation. Maybe even greater than Hitler's goons! Please believe me!"
"I don't know, Max. This is a fairly fantastical tale, but your reputation precedes you. I'll bare it in mind in case some other corroborated evidence appears, but for now I just can't take your word. Even if I did believe you, top brass will never go with it. I'm sorry Max, but I'm pulling enough strings to keep you airborne already." Max sighed. Unaccustomed as he was to failure, he knew when he was beaten.
"Just you wait until they bring in that vessel. That'll prove it! You'll see!" roared Max as he stormed out of the office. He needed a stiff drink. Luckily there was a dance taking place in the town hall that night. What more could a man ask for to take his mind off of things?
That night, the dance hall was a hive of activity. People milled about like drunken bees, striving for the sweet amber nectar that typifies a British ale. Max was already well on his way to seeing oblivion at the bottom of a pint glass. Elsewhere at the dance, a comely maiden from the village had taken a liking to a young solider. The pair had decided to slip away from the densely populated town and had walked the short distance to the secluded beachfront.
It was a glorious night, a full moon hung in the sky, casting a cool glow upon the shore. Sand glistened under them as soft, sparkling waves lapped tenderly upon their bare legs. It was an unusually warm night, but the pair would not have cared wither way. They were lit by a deeper fire which warmed them. The deep penetrating heat of passionate lust. Presently, the pair tumbled to the sand, seductively removing their garments as they rolled around the gritty sand.
She kneeled atop him, removing the last of her clothing. He watched with joy as her wondrous orbs bounced gaily above him. Her skin was positively glowing white in the light of the beautiful moon. Though nothing could be as beautiful as the sight pressing down upon him. She took his fidgeting, inexperienced hand and led it down to forage in her secret garden.
While she lay in deep ecstasy, as he lay deep in her, neither noticed the clicking noise eminating from the shoreline. The noise grew ever louder, but it was lost on the entwined pair. As she lay there, spent, she felt his heavy form slump onto her chest. Eventually, she summoned the energy to open her eyes. Shocked, she discovered that the slumped form upon her was only the top half of her lover. The lower end was disappearing into the jaws of a massive crab! She tried to scream, tried to run, but before she could do anything of significance, the crab was upon her. It was almost a comfort that its sharp pincers found her neck first, ending her torment.
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