Drinking the Sea: Fantasy

There's plenty of room for you and me, especially now that I've drunk down the sea, the god confided to me. Then he burped. I looked over the edge of the pier. Where formerly there had been a thick sea, now there was a crab or six clawing their heads in bewilderment and staring around them with goggle eyes that looked much like I imagined mine were. I'd stuck with this guy because he seemed like great fun, bought several rounds of drinks, and had somehow conjured up a bevy of the most beautiful and friendly women I'd ever met. But this whole drinking the sea thing had me worried. There weren't fish flopping around and dying, like I'd have thought, but there were several guys on yachts out in the middle of the new desert, hollering their lungs out. This could get unpleasant if they guessed that I'd somehow had anything to do--

Inspiration: "Big Strong Man" by Carbon Leaf
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Eh. Hijinks with a god! Woo!