I heard the ceaseless roar of fire as my ship went up in smoke,
The acrid taste of ash and fear wrapped tight around my throat.
I gripped the splintered railing in a helpless, hopeless plea.
A fresh breeze cut thought the billows with a whiff of salty sea,
And I swear, now on a galleon miles away, I can still see fire on the sea.
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Thanks for reading! This is yet another piece inspired by my D&D character Rue - a very conflicted fighter who I've written more about here:
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M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
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The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 days ago in Fiction
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Very well done!