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Untitled Ships Drabble

by ErinRua
September 4, 2003

Blue seas thunder against a surging black hull, the sails above bellied full to the press of a quartering wind. Each swell of deep water is met with a thud and powerful heave as a sleek bow knifes its way ahead of the hunter.

For he comes on a long reach beneath a cloud of white sail, that drives the might of the Royal Navy beneath it. Hunter, nemesis, scourge of the wolves of the deep, with guns hunched in latent violence below-decks.

But the wheel spins to a new trim of tall black sails, and then the sparrow flies.

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