Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Passenger’s Log: Saint Brendan’s Day

“I was losing badly at cards below deck when a cry of ‘land!’ rang out from above. Only the second mate was on night watch, and the Haniver had been wheeling around in open water for days. My fellow gamblers exchanged puzzled looks and as we manoeuvred into a slow and unspoken agreement to draw back our chips and put down our cards, we all heard a thin splash through the aft wall.

The ship had not drifted far, and second mate Pokes was soon pulled up from the choppy open waters, staring blank at the stars and still mouthing ‘land!’”

Second Mate Pokes has become Weakened through illness.

Comments

Brendan:

05-17-2018 13:37:21 UTC

:D