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The Devil's Yacht
#WritcoStoryPrompt14
The loud, hollow siren of the ship's horn jolted the sleepy, port town.
She emerged out of the swirling mist like a star making a grand entrance. Only she wasn't a star but a ship that had been missing for the past hundred years...
The townfolk who'd heard the stories surrounding the Mythical Jade cargo ship and her berberic crew of savages.
Most thought it was just a story to scare tourist and keep the kids in line. But the young boy sitting on the dock fishing with his grandfather jumped to his feet, face stark white as he stared out over the water at the looming black ship headed towards them.
"Gramps?" The young boy questioned, not able to take his eyes off of "The Devil's Yacht", as his grandfather called it.
"Yes Bradley", the grandfather answered, knowing the unspoken words his grandson couldn't get out. "I never thought I'd see the day that my father's worst fear would return to this port."
The Devil's Yacht sounded it's horn causing Bradley to tremble in fear. The sound was as if hundreds of knives were being sharpened on the anchor chains. Bradley watched the black ship slowly creep through the bay, passing him as he stood there motionless. Time stopped. The blaring horn was hurting his ears and he never heard his grandfather call for him, telling him to run and hide.
Then everything around him exploded in burning white light...
© NekoGCreation
The loud, hollow siren of the ship's horn jolted the sleepy, port town.
She emerged out of the swirling mist like a star making a grand entrance. Only she wasn't a star but a ship that had been missing for the past hundred years...
The townfolk who'd heard the stories surrounding the Mythical Jade cargo ship and her berberic crew of savages.
Most thought it was just a story to scare tourist and keep the kids in line. But the young boy sitting on the dock fishing with his grandfather jumped to his feet, face stark white as he stared out over the water at the looming black ship headed towards them.
"Gramps?" The young boy questioned, not able to take his eyes off of "The Devil's Yacht", as his grandfather called it.
"Yes Bradley", the grandfather answered, knowing the unspoken words his grandson couldn't get out. "I never thought I'd see the day that my father's worst fear would return to this port."
The Devil's Yacht sounded it's horn causing Bradley to tremble in fear. The sound was as if hundreds of knives were being sharpened on the anchor chains. Bradley watched the black ship slowly creep through the bay, passing him as he stood there motionless. Time stopped. The blaring horn was hurting his ears and he never heard his grandfather call for him, telling him to run and hide.
Then everything around him exploded in burning white light...
© NekoGCreation
