Monday, August 17, 2015

100 Words a Day 684

A cannonball burst through the weakened hull, sending shards of wood spinning through the dim space below deck. Men who had been facing the point of impact wailed and clutched their faces, their eyes ruined by the barrage of splinters caused by the exploding wall. The other men struck by the blast had the fortune to die immediately or receive injuries that could be solved by amputation. Though in the mean time they bled all over the floor, their blood mixing with the remains of the hull and other contents of the ship that had been disturbed during the battle.

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