Sunday, November 25, 2012

100 Words a Day 110

The storm tossed the ship all about. The sailors hurried to furl the canvas, climbing the rigging with practiced ease, despite the wrath of the storm. They could feel the ship creak, but the noise was lost in the howling wind.

Jack made sure his knife was secured before ascending the ropes. Stories always had sailors holding the knife in their teeth. That was a great way to lose it, possibly in someone’s skull, but more likely over the side.

He wrapped his legs around the mast and began hauling the sail up. His fellow sailors were doing the same.

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