Monrt's Challenge: Anthea's Fight for Survival

“You’re in my way.”

The towering woman was immense, her form reaching out over the railing of the ship and beyond. Her hair appeared as a radiant golden mass, tied into a tight braid that spread out behind her. Her eyes were a striking blue, with a hint of something else resting deep within them. Her skin was pale and smooth, contrasting against the dark emerald gown she wore. She had to be at least eight feet tall, if not taller. Anthea tried to move around her but found herself stuck between the giantess and the mast of the sailboat. The ocean breeze caused ripples in the dress, revealing just how tiny Anthea was compared to the woman standing before her.

“I beg your pardon Miss…?” Anthea tried to ask politely.

A hand descended from above, grabbing hold of Anthea’s shoulder and lifting her from the deck of the boat. The sailor desperately tried to grasp at anything nearby; however, her hand slipped through the railings and clung onto them briefly before falling back to the deck again. The giantess smirked down at her, holding Anthea tightly by both shoulders as she dangled helplessly above the sea below. “You are trespassing on my island.”

Anthea glanced up at the island looming in front of them. It was impossible to miss; after all, it was no small feat for an island to appear in the middle of the ocean seemingly out of nowhere. However, there were no signs or markers indicating ownership anywhere visible on or near it; nor could she spot any structures other than what looked like a small one-room shack at its center. “I apologize for my intrusion; I saw this island out here and remembered reading about it in school when I was young...the North Atlantic Islands are full of stories like this but most are just legends used to explain why some islands remain undiscovered for so long--"

She felt herself being lifted higher into the air until she was level with Monrte's face. The giantess grinned slyly as she stared down at Anthea, who desperately squirmed around in her grasp while trying to plead with her captor to release her; nothing seemed to work though as Monrte simply continued staring down at her captive with that same sly grin on her face. “But you see Miss…?” Monrte asked teasingly while gently tapping Anthea’s chin with a single finger before pressing it against her full lips; causing them to spread open slightly as a pink tongue flickered out briefly into view before disappearing back inside Anthea's mouth once more. “This is MY island."

Anthea gasped softly as she looked up at Monrte once more, now noticing that the woman wasn't wearing shoes; instead, dark black talons extended from each foot and dug deeply into the wooden deck of her boat beneath them both. She also noticed that there were no nails present on those claws either; meaning they must be fully retractable from within Monrte's feet without any hints or indications that they were there previously. A moment later, Monrte pulled away from Anthea's face and released one hand from around her shoulder while letting go of her other hand altogether before slowly letting herself sink down towards the deck below while still pinning Anthea in place against one leg with one arm wrapped tightly around her waist below where she held onto the railing above them both earlier. The sailor tried desperately to slide away from Monrte's leg as she slowly let herself fall towards the deck; however, every time Anthea managed to slide even an inch away from Monrte's legs and towards safety though, she would feel an incredibly strong grip dig deeply into whatever part of torso or waist was pressed against Monrte's leg at any given time -- causing any sort of movement away from that leg to suddenly stop dead in its tracks -- preventing any escape whatsoever from happening whatsoever until finally...Anthea felt herself step off empty space and suddenly plummet towards certain death below - unable to do anything about it except scream loudly in terror all along the way!