My Writings

On the Godless Sea

I watched as they discovered you, the stowaway below decks. You were a young woman with brown hair tied back in a braid, possibly only eighteen years old; only a few years younger than myself.

I watched as their old superstitions overwhelmed their logic and senses.

I watched as they questioned your actions and your motives, although they never stopped accusing you long enough to listen to any answers.

I watched as their anger grew, as the Captain caved into his men’s fear. He knew as well as I that you posed no danger. The sea would not rage against us simply because you were on board, but the others could not be convinced.

When they tied the cannon balls to your ankles, I could no longer watch. I pushed myself off of the mast, clutching the small leather-bound book in my hand for strength. “This is madness!”

“Stay back, Bible-thumper, or you can join her,” the first mate snarled in my direction. He had objected to my presence here as well at first, but I had paid well for my passage across the sea to the foreign lands without God or hope. I had not realized that God was so very absent on their very vessel as well.

I tried again, “This is not right, please, I will take responsibility for the girl.”

“Like Hell, you will,” another sailor muttered.

When I moved to step toward you, two men grabbed my arms. “You don’t understand. We’re saving your stupid, yellow-hide.”

Then, you looked at me. And your green eyes, that matched the turbulent waves behind you, pierced into my soul. Your eyes dared me to show you pity, you would not have it. You would be strong, even until the end. You knew the risks when you boarded this ship, did you not?

Then, I watched as they threw your body into the godless sea.

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Hey Guys, I hope you enjoyed today’s flash fiction! In case you are wondering, yes this is tied in with my former piece titled “In the Depths.”

This piece called “On the Godless Sea” is a prequel of sorts to the first short story. I believe I will be working on an additional story connected to these characters . . .

What did you think?

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My Writings, Short Stories

In the Depths

My body hits the choppy waves with a large splash.

Right before I submerge entirely, I hear whooping and hollering from the deck above.  How those savages cheer on my death, wrapped up in their own ignorance and fear.

Then the noise is gone, as is the light.

These canon balls chained to my ankles care even less than the men upon that ship that I cannot breathe. I struggle, even knowing how useless it is, but I cannot help it. I do not want to die. I pull through the water with my arms, my arms that they cruelly left untied as if to mock my efforts. I am not strong enough to pull against these weights, I continue to sink.

The water gets darker, but still I sink through the depths. No longer do I only feel the pressure from within my lungs, but the water that surrounds me is also pressing in. It slams against my head, squeezing against me like a vice. Still, I continue to sink. Unable to stop myself, I try to gulp in air but only swallow water. The salt burns as it snakes down my throat. I start to choke and black spots speckle the dark water that surrounds me.

I never thought this was how I would die.

Out of the depths, I hear a sound, the sound that truly signals my demise. I hear the singing of angels and demons mixed together. Their voices are heavenly, but their tune is dark and full of rage. At first, I am afraid, but then as the voices cascade over me, I no longer fear death and willing allow my heavy eyes to close.

There is pressure on my lips and suddenly, my lungs expand with air. The weight from my ankles is released.

There is pain in my legs, the pain of slashing and tearing and burning. Once I was cold, but now I am hot as the heat radiates up my skin, crawling up my thighs, racing between my ribs, tearing into my mind.

The voices continue their song, it grows louder and beneath it, there is a hum that speaks a warning.

I can breathe, but the pain, make the pain stop . . .

Silence.

The pain is gone. I open my eyes, shocked by many things. The first is how clear my vision has become. The second is how clearly I can see the creatures that surround me. Hundreds of women, with pale skin and iridescent tails float in the space around me. Their hair, dark and light, swirls around them and reveals bright golden eyes. When they smile, their teeth are sharp, but their eyes are kind.

When I look down, I am not surprised to find that my legs are gone, replaced by a scaled tail that swishes beneath me. My sharp teeth grind against each other in my mouth as I continue to breathe easy within the depths.

“You are one of us,” she says, her husky voice coated by salt.

Far above us, we see the shadow of a ship sailing away, carrying my would-be-murderers. The woman in front of me flicks her eyes toward the bow of the boat, and raises an eyebrow. I understand.

This is my initiation.

Without a second thought, I turn tail and glide through the water toward the ship with my new family at my side.

We are coming.

Woman's long hair head above the water at Banana Beach

 

***This short story was written in response to a prompt that I found on Pinterest.***

SOMEONE WRITE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<<Okay, Im writing it now

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