Day 3 of Bika's Flash Fic Par-tay brings us a swashbucklin' tale from none other than the super-cool, super-wee Hammy.
One day when I live on the west coast again, I will have a guest room and call it the Hamtons, or Hamsterdam. And Hammy will stay there when she visits me, which will happen a lot because she promised to teach me how to knit and I an very slow and dumb and forget numbers all the time.
Basically what I am trying to say is that it will take a long time for me to learn how to knit.
Then I will make her teach me the ukulele and the world will implode in on itself.
Author: Hammy
Word count: 329
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The sails were blowing out of control.
I stepped out of my cabin, watching the men scurry around like ants as they fought frantically against the wind. Water splashed onto the deck in waves, soaking through those the rain had missed. The ship rocked back and forth. A storm is nothing, but chaos on a ship is cause for concern. They were panicking. I needed to do something.
I cupped my hands to my mouth, and I screamed.
“I want everyone in front of me. NOW.”
The men were startled. Some of them dropped what they were doing in a mad dash towards me, while others took no heed, still fighting against the storm.
“I said NOW.”
“Right.” I lowered the volume of my voice as they lined up in front of me, adjusting my glasses over my good eye. “Shifty, I want you manning the rigging. Johnathan and Fats, get below and start bailing water. Nate, Franklin, and Squirrels, you’ll bail water off the deck. The rest of you, help Shifty with the sails. I’ll be manning the wheel. Now GO.”
Three rough days of sailing to get to this coastal town, and I wasn’t about to let them screw it up now. I watched them run off to their various jobs, then strolled up to the wheel. It was only a matter of a few hours until we reached the town now. We were going to take it, hard and fast.
I’d never cared for the wealth. The men would argue over it, hoard it, scheme for it. Some of them dreamed of building up enough until they could go back to their old lives, returning as new men. Some of them had given up years ago, resigned to their fate. It didn’t matter. None of them were going back anyways.
Once a pirate, always a pirate, and I’d learned that a long time ago.
After all, you don’t get to be the infamous Tabitha Three-Eyes overnight.
I stepped out of my cabin, watching the men scurry around like ants as they fought frantically against the wind. Water splashed onto the deck in waves, soaking through those the rain had missed. The ship rocked back and forth. A storm is nothing, but chaos on a ship is cause for concern. They were panicking. I needed to do something.
I cupped my hands to my mouth, and I screamed.
“I want everyone in front of me. NOW.”
The men were startled. Some of them dropped what they were doing in a mad dash towards me, while others took no heed, still fighting against the storm.
“I said NOW.”
“Right.” I lowered the volume of my voice as they lined up in front of me, adjusting my glasses over my good eye. “Shifty, I want you manning the rigging. Johnathan and Fats, get below and start bailing water. Nate, Franklin, and Squirrels, you’ll bail water off the deck. The rest of you, help Shifty with the sails. I’ll be manning the wheel. Now GO.”
Three rough days of sailing to get to this coastal town, and I wasn’t about to let them screw it up now. I watched them run off to their various jobs, then strolled up to the wheel. It was only a matter of a few hours until we reached the town now. We were going to take it, hard and fast.
I’d never cared for the wealth. The men would argue over it, hoard it, scheme for it. Some of them dreamed of building up enough until they could go back to their old lives, returning as new men. Some of them had given up years ago, resigned to their fate. It didn’t matter. None of them were going back anyways.
Once a pirate, always a pirate, and I’d learned that a long time ago.
After all, you don’t get to be the infamous Tabitha Three-Eyes overnight.
Tabitha Three-Eyes is the most awesome pirate name I've seen in a long time. Yay for good story! :D And so *short*! How the hell do you do that?
ReplyDeleteI totally agree on the name. I went to school with a Tabitha and always thought it was an awesome name, mysterious and even witchy.
ReplyDeleteI wanna hear how she became Three-Eyes.
Wondrous HamStar! Wondrous!
ReplyDeleteI like like this character already! :D