Call Of The Deep
Mar 16th, 2022 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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It was his first and last voyage to sea. An escape ship. His duty; to scrub the decks. He watched as jellyfish gathered around the keel, unnoticed by the experienced sailors. A simple extra hand. Days passed, or months.
Brine burned his lips, rum quelled his pains.
The jellyfish still gathered.
In the moonlight glow their beauty morphed into that of a woman, her tail flowing along the starboard side.
She called to him, and the dragon uncoiled. Drunk with thirst and madness he dove into her arms, and the dragon swallowed him whole. Only the birds’ song remembered him.
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