The Flood and the Demon [Story #14]

This short story is a little cryptic. See if you can figure it out...


I stare with plastic eyes at the demon on the other side of the world. It is yellow, smooth. It wears a tilted smirk across its orange mouth.
It’s been here for over a month now. Silent. Twin eyes pasted on me as I peer at it from the bow of my ship.
The mocking, the stares. I can hardly stand it.
When the twice-weekly deluge floods our world, the monster comes to life. Rollicking against the waves with drunken fury, it bashes...