Posts Tagged ‘ship’

Pirate by Glumych on DeviantArt.com

“Mind the jib!” Urgot the One-Eyed bellowed from the watchtower, a telescope in one hand and the guardrail in the other. “The chase be on!”

His crew stomped the deck, curved blades cutting salty air as they whooped and hollered.  The dark body of their victim came clearer into view with each passing moment, lying heavy in the sea with her belly full of gold.

“She’s taken anchor!” he cried, triumphant, “Prepare to boa—“

The figurehead screamed as Urgot the One-Eyed was thrown from his perch, the hull of his ship crushed by land.

“Shoulda used mah good eye!”

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The Sinking by frog648 on DeviantArt.com

“Discipline,” shouted the captain, “is essential! Three days in the crow’s nest.”

Better than flogging, thought Jim, until the nausea started. Every wave swung Jim in a dizzying arch. He curled up, retching. “Damn the captain.”

Shouts below. Jim peered over the lip.

A ship swung broadside, releasing grapeshot. Gunwales splintered. Sails shredded. Decks ran red.

Another salvo. The ship listed, sank, swallowing captain and crew.

The sea approached. “Save me,” Jim prayed.

The hull crunched on coral, suspending Jim a fathom above water.

The attacking ship sailed off.

“Come back,” Jim called.

It didn’t. Not all prayers are answered.

Moby Dick by scumbugg on DeviantArt.com

I knew why they’d come. Albino skin makes me a target. I’m twice the size of others of my kind. It makes me a challenge.

A nasty scar, stretched along his face and down his torso. Greying temples beset his dark eyes. Lunacy behind those eyes. I had seen men like him before.

Battle begins.
Searing pain.
Steel pierced flesh. My flesh. …
My turn.
Thrashing my massive fluke, I broke free, destroying their craft. I tore off the leg of the scarred man, swallowing it whole.

His screams echoed through Big Blue for miles.

Doubtful I’ll see him again.

Message in a Bottle by paulchensmom on DeviantArt.com

“Cheats!” Cap’n bellowed, throwing our dice overboard. “I’ll give ye a game o’ chance!”

Bad loser. That scurvy scoundrel marooned us four atop this coral atoll. The gallows woulda been mercy. Nary a shipbiscuit to share between us.

We ate up the crabs n snails n Slushy’s pet monkey.

Ate Slushy next. Poxy bastard lasted two days. Spoiled in the hot sun.

Us last three played rock, scissors, paper—winner take all. No gambling this time. My rock found Mick’s head. My scissors, Gummo’s throat.

My paper, I wrote my last story on it, n stuck it in this bottle.

The Shaman’s Prayer by ArtisansAzure on DeviantArt.com

Three days pitched into the bowels of this vessel, nibbling bread, her dress was shredded but her corset was intact. She waited. When he came, she smiled, her eyes a liquid black. She held up her hands in surrender, her rings glinting light. He grabbed her roughly. She leapt to him, wrapped her legs around his hips and kissing him, clipped her rings into the razored wire stashed in her corset’s boning. A silver flash passed his vision then bit into his throat, bleeding his surprise down both their chests. She landed on her feet. “I am no man’s booty.”

Volatile by Rilrae at DeviantArt.com

Pushing blades through mama’s belly, Captain Cruz shanghaies Shelly, claiming her as concubine. Though just thirteen, she obeys his foul desires. It’s survival. Afterward, to numb the pain, she dances like mama danced.

Months later, the ship sets anchor offshore her island home.

With two fluttering fans, Shelly twirls on deck to fiddles and catcalls. Cruz, craving private performance, calls her to his quarters. He licks his lips as she slips from sarong, undulating unadorned, her fans concealing her treasures. Captain’s captivated until the razor-edged fans slice out his eyes, his tongue.

She slips silently overboard, gliding toward moonlit shore.

Sea Monster by Sergon on DeviantArt.com

The grandson of Red Beard, Flint Turner was the size of three men and boasted a cutlass no average man could lift alone. The tips of his crimson mustache, beaded and braided, stretched down, clacking against the leather and gold adorning his chest. His every bellow commanded the tides, undulating the inferior neighboring vessels. He feared no man, no ship, for he consorted and swam with the denizens of the sea. With a whistle and a click, he commanded the submerged monsters, tearing ships and drowning souls. “Plunder my enemies.” Never a mark on his ship nor foe left alive.

Auld Spice by Paisley on DeviantArt.com

He looked down to see the sword plunged to the hilt in his side but could not feel the cold steel, nor any stirring of pain.  Was he dead already? Had his soul departed, leaving his torso to rot on a broken skeleton? He squeezed his eyes, hoping to feel something, anything that would belie he was no longer of this world. Then a whiff tickled the tiny hairs of his nostrils, a subtle fragrance, leaving a lightly aromatic lilt on his senses — Old Spice. He was alive, and a man who smelled like a man had just bested him.