A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!
With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a three word combination. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!
(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)
“What’s the matter, mate? Never rolled along the blue waves?”
The priest gagged again as the ship lurched in the unruly waves, leaning over the side of the Blue Bell. The rolling waves of the ocean did no good to quell the sea sickness churning within his gut. The white-haired man had his hand to his chest, his face green.
“They…should have sent another member of the Convent. Someone younger, might I add.”
The conniving pirate grinned and chuckled, his hand resting on the pommel of his rapier. He was rather strapping, a mischievous air to him. The bed head of sandy brown hair atop his head made him all the more eye candy, not that his old lad of a priest saw it.
“Have you ever been abroad a ship before?”
The older priest shook his head, then leaned further over the side of the ship as he nearly lost the remains of his lunch.
“The seas are rather unforgiving today, I do say. Come, lad, have a drink of whisky and it’ll settle that churning right quick. You’ll be too trashed to notice the rolling waves under your feet there. You’ll be rolling with them!” He grinned crookedly with a deep belly laugh, the gem in his pierced ear glinting in the sun.
He received a dismissive wave in response as the priest righted himself, still green in the face, but seeming like he might be starting to settle at least enough that he wouldn’t lose his lunch.
“Right,” the pirate replied, “you holy types aren’t the guzzlers of merriment.” He opened his flask and took a swig, just to watch the priest eye him and mutter a prayer for this soul no doubt under his breath.
“Just how much longer until we reach the isle?” the priest asked, clearing his throat.
“Brother Jebidia, I assure you we are right on course with what I told you not a half hour ago.” He saluted the flask to him and took another swig before capping it and tucking it away in his overcoat, right above his heart.
“And you are quite sure we will reach the isle in a day’s time?”
“Aye,” he agreed. “I bet my life on the winds we shall.”
Jebidia blinked at that, not following the supposed joke. He opened his mouth to say something more when a roar rang out from down below, the boards under their feet rattling with the intensity of it. They could hear clattering and splintering.
“That thing is not going to destroy my ship, is it?”
The priest hesitantly shook his head. “The rune chains should hold that monstrosity.”
“Tell me again the story behind that beast we are hauling.”
“Must I really?” he sighed, rubbing at his weathered and crinkled forehead.
“Aye, you must, as I was the only voyager willing to take your their cargo down below the decks. As long as you ride my ship, you live under my rules, oh holy man,” he replied cheekily.
“Really, Captain, I believe I have–”
The shick of the pirate’s rapier sliding out of the sheath was enough to make the old man’s lips clamp up. He looked up to see the pirate leaning over the banister by the wheel, pointing the sword at his throat. He gulped, remembering just who it was they had found passage with; one of the most notorious pirates in the land. The only man willing to take on such an adventure of transporting the beast below to a deserted island where it would live out the rest of its miserable days.
“What are the rules of my ship again, lad? We don’t want you to be walking the plank now, do we?”
He involuntarily gulped again, slowly shaking his head as his body locked up in slight fear. This guy was a ruthless pirate that got his reputation for a good reason.
“Good,” he grinned, lowering the rapier. “Now tell me again the story of this beast. We pirates like our tales.”
Jebidia hesitated before clearing his throat to start for what felt like the thousandth time. “The King was rather greedy when it came to the matter of his secret troops. He valued them highly, they were talked about highly and honored, but he treated them rather poorly, took them for granted. These elite soldiers soon turned rebellion and sought out an old legend of a witch in the wars, seeking for blood money and revenge. This witch accepted to help them when their story was told, and thus started a curse. A curse that landed on the King first, transforming him into an unruly beast man. A monstrous thing. Fur thick like a rug, and larger than a horse. The curse was laid upon his family as well, but it is said it will be like the ticking of a clock, never knowing when their transformation will take place. They have been left exiled to this isle, while the soldier of their choosing among rank in the elite take rule of the land, where they will live out their days, if the King doe–”
His tale was broken off by another roar from down below. The ship rocked and they heard more splinters, followed by yells and screams from the crew. Jebidia’s eyes widened, looking towards a hatch in the ship’s deck. The green to his face started to turn white.
“I reckon he’s destroying my ship and crew,” the Captain frowned, looking in the same direction.
Like clockwork, moments later as the splintering turned to crashes and cries of pain, they felt the ship rock substantially and claws suddenly pierced through the hatch, making the priest jump back to the rail of the ship. The pirate, on the other hand, didn’t even seemed fazed, wearing a devilish grin on his face.
The hatch buckled and groaned before it splintered apart and was flung into the air. Another roar shook the air as claws the size of a child’s hand gripped the wood deck and heaved the massive bulk upwards. A head and a snout met the salty air first, yellow fangs parted, dripping with saliva, and a nose twitching at the smells of the sea. Deep amber eyes peeked out next, latching on to the occupants of the deck above and roared again. The monstrosity looked like a cross between a bear and a wolf as it pulled itself up and out, larger than a horse for sure.
Its eyes first locked on the priest who paled to a ghost white and took another step back, tripping over a coil of rope and tumbling off starboard with a cry and a splash into the waters.
“Cowardly scallywag,” the pirate huffed, eyeing up the monster as he fingered his rapier. “Shall we dance, beast?” He grinned.
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