Ernando heard something scuttling in the ankle-deep water. A rat, maybe. Ships were famous for rats. It was pitch black down in the hold, the air close and fetid.
Boarding this ship had not been planned. He’d seen the freighter and decided right there, rowed the stolen skiff out to the mooring and shimmed hand-over-hand up the the anchor chain to squeeze through the hawse hole high above the waterline. In utter darkness he’d slid down the chain to the unventilated cable tier deep inside the hull.
It was probably day by now. He wondered if he’d made a mistake.
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OOooohhh, creepy! Rats and icky water and darkness and…..yeah, I think maybe he made a mistake 🙂
If by that did he mean he could die there, yes there’s a definite possibility.
He’s wondering and we are wondering too. Intriguing.
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Yikes! Sounds extremely inhospitable.
A mistake..maybe, but desperation breeds mistakes
You have a mighty fine ear:
“Boarding this ship had not been planned. He’d seen the freighter and decided right there, rowed the stolen skiff out to the mooring and shimmed hand-over-hand up the the anchor chain to squeeze through the hawse hole high above the waterline.”
Great writing.
Creepy! Love it! Been in the front anchor deck, it does stink of dead fish, slimed by seaweed… definitely not a pleasant place to have to go, let alone to stay there any longer than absolutely necessary. A fine tale indeed.