To argue would only make him a bigger fool in their eyes. They already believed he’d seen the monster, whether he admitted it or not. To them, his stumble on the beach was proof enough. But the truth was worse than mockery.
The truth was he didn’t know what he’d seen. He didn’t know what had passed under him, only that it hadn’t moved like a whale or shark, and that no storm could summon swells like that. His pride told him it wasn’t a monster. His gut told him it wasn’t natural either.