Hart stared at the horizon. The sea and sky were almost the same shade of black; the sea darker. The ship pitched into a trough and crashed into the oncoming wave, freezing water flooding the deck. Hart clung onto the rail and cursed. To starboard an ancient steamer was engulfed in spray. Only a madman would expose himself to such weather. Madmen and petty officers with a nervous lieutenant-commander. They’d already lost five ships. Hart shuffled along the deck and repeated a prayer. The steamer erupted at its stern. The lieutenant-commander would leave it to its fate. Hart prayed again.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Really effective use of the storm here, Rob. I like the commentary about the characters, too.
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