This is written for Inspiration Monday and Sunday Picture Press. Thank you both for the wonderful prompts. I loved working with the combination so much before when I wrote the Talisman, I just had to try this again. (:
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They said it was a gift, our ships let us become rich. However much risk, whatever the cost, the wealth and thrill we plundered made everything worth it. Chances to prove ourselves among the clans, win pleasure and retire to it, maimed but well known for our courage.
Loud creaking timber. A roar of victory from the flames when it snapped and tumbled to the deck. Sickening screams from those it crushed. The moon glowing faintly past the smoke-filled sky. I chose the fate of my life. I bound myself to this ship. They told me I was just a scrawny boy, not worth training. Not a viking. Who has proved his courage now?
It’s world folding. The flames have taken us now. The ship is down. Now I wonder, what good is the glory I cannot revel in?
Our ship slides into the dark water’s glow, no longer adrift. The moon still shines on us. It is good-by.
Our give is a curse now. It drags us below with it.
I chose this. Just the puny cabin boy.
Screams become pleading gurgles from drowning men.
The water’s cold embrace takes us all.