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Wrath Of The Sea God

March 4, 2014

The sea, which had been glassy only an hour before, now raged with an unholy vengeance upon the pirate ship. The wooden ship creaked and groaned fitfully as the storm battered her unmercifully. Crack! The main mast snapped under the punishment. It groaned and toppled into the thrashing waves. The ship staggered as the mass of wood and canvas acted as a giant sea anchor “Clear away that wreckage!” The Captain, Bloody Jenny Roberts bellowed into the wind.

“Aye, aye, madam.” Lieutenant Devil Davys replied. “Step lively now men!” Hatchets flashed and thumped as the crew fiercely chopped away at the rigging and spars holding the sodden mass against the floundering ship.

“Look port side Captain, look!” The helmsman Stumpy MacGurdle yelled. The ship sighed in relief as the tangle of dragging sails and wood was released.

She glanced over and was completely flummoxed by the sight of a merman breasting the water beside the ship. Long tendrils the color of seaweed formed his hair. Glistening silver scales covered his body. His eyes were huge black whirlpools sucking her in. He was impressively muscled with a massive chest, a narrow waist, and a magnificent finned tail. He cupped his hands to his mouth and boomed out in a strong bass voice. “Ahoy Wind Surfer, follow me and I’ll lead you to a safe harbour.”

“What should we do Captain?” Stumpy asked resting his weight on his pegleg.

“Follow him of course, if he wanted us to sink all he’d have to do is wait for us to break up.”

“Aye, aye, madam.” He expertly spun the large wheel.

“Land ho!” The lookout shouted several desperate hours later. A large volcanic island loomed out of the pouring rain. They followed the merman around to the far side where the bulk of the mountain provided a modicum of shelter for the battered ship.

“Can you tell us what’s going on?” Bloody Jenny asked the merman anxiously.

“The Emperor of Vontoile ordered his fleet to set sail without making the proper offerings to Oceana.” He said.

“Stupid fool!” She spat over the side. “Oceana won’t be satisfied until each ship of his flotilla lies at the bottom of the sea.”

“Truth. You might as well settle in for the duration.”

“Thank you. What’s your name?”

“Sea Strider.”

“How can we repay you?”

“I like the taste of your wine, could I have a bottle?”

“Done, in fact you’ll have two! Mister Stevyns the Morcale ’69 and the Bourneir ’77.”

The wine was bundled into a net and carefully lowered over the side. He strapped it around his chest. “Nice doing business with you. Farewell.” With a flip of his tail he disappeared beneath the water.

“Captain, those were your two best bottles of wine.” Stevyns protested.

“It was well worth it Mister Stevyns, well worth it.” Jenny told her concerned steward.

“Three cheers for the Captain!” Devil Davys shouted.

“Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!” Her grateful crew chanted.

498 Words in response to Finish That Thought #35, under 500 words, mandatory first sentence, Special Challenge: use one of the following words: flummox, galligaskins, riposte Emily

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