Sunday, January 29, 2017

100 Words a Day 1010

I peeked left and right down the corridor before emerging and crept through the lower decks. No crew in sight. When I finally found one, he was hurrying to the lowest interior of the massive vessel.

“Where is everyone?”

“At Red Feast.”

“What?”

He continued walking; I followed.


His hurried steps led me to a feast hall. The crew sat at a long table and gorged themselves on unknown flesh. They passed around a plate with ten sausages, each a few inches in length. Every sailor selected one and began chewing it nosily. Their mastication sounded monstrously in my ear.

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