After the flood, the king demanded an audience with the Sea God. The Sea God agreed, and took the king far out to sea in a small boat.
‘You have drowned many of my people,’ said the king. ‘Why?’
‘Fun,’ said the Sea God, prising dirt from beneath a fingernail with a prong of his trident.
‘I order you to stop.’
The Sea God chuckled. ‘Bold words. You humans love words – last words in particular. You want to be remembered for saying something brave or clever.’ He threw the king over the side. ‘But usually you say…’
‘I can’t swim!’
Story #39 was pulled out of Drabble #2 by the request of the writer.