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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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.