Title: The Glorious Aftermath
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words
PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold
Deckhands danced in organized chaos. Our seasoned captain barked orders above the storm’s incessant din. My stomach lurched in opposition to the bow’s rise and fall. Misty Gale surmounted rough waters as we ran from the storm, seeking safe harbor.
The ship’s hull slammed against unyielding water, her mizzenmast popped and groaned as her wind engorged sail dragged us towards home. Lightning crackled, and gumball sized hail descended from the heavens.
The gods answered my prayers. Misty Gale found her slip.
The captain winked, and a devilish grin fractured his wrinkled face.
“Ah, these are the days you live for.”
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Jo Hawk 
At least it all worked out so well
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Some days the gods are on your side. Thanks for reading Larry. 👍
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You conjured up the storm well, Jo
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Thanks, Neil. 🙏
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I enjoyed this, gum ball sized hail and all
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Glad you liked it Mike. Thanks for reading. 🙏
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Excellent tale of adventure. I especially liked your description of the captain. Sounds like some sailors I know!
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Thank you for your kind words, my friend. Sailors are interesting people. 😊
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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Here’s to Adrenaline … 😉 Nicely done!
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One persons fear is another’s adrenaline rush. Thank you, Na’ama. 😊
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🙂
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Dear Jo,
The last line made me smile with the captain. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ha. It was the first line I wrote. Glad I could make you smile, Rochelle. 😊
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A harrowing adventure, so well described. I imagined the scene clearly and love the line, “The captain winked, and a devilish grin fractured his wrinkled face.”
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I am so happy you enjoyed the story, Brenda. Thank you for reading and commenting. 😊
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Though we never sailed the seas in my dad’s boat, Lake Champlain did have some occasional rough waters – my favourite! You brought that rush right back to me. I’m with the captain 🙂
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How cool, Dale. I have been on Lake Michigan and it can get a little choppy. 😊👍
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Thanks for the memory nudge! Yes, Lake Michigan can get pretty choppy, I’ve heard.
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The captain is cool, he knows what life is for.
Breathlessly entertaining, Jo
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Glad you enjoyed the ride ceayr 😊
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“Fractured his wrinkled face”——that’s a description I can actually visualize:) Good writing
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Thank you Linda. 😊
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As good a description of a storm on the water as I’ve read. Well done.
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Thank you, Sandra. 🙏
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Indeed, there’s nothing better than beating into the storm and finding a safe harbor. Been there, done that. You captured the sensation perfectly. Bravo.
Tracey
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Thank you, Tracey, I am delighted you enjoyed the story. ⛵
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At least the captain enjoyed himself. A true sea-dog!
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Ha. I think he had a good time, Thanks for reading.
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😀 Lovely story, full of movement. And I think I’ve met that captain myself! My friend would shout, “Is the lee rail awash?” I’d answer, “Aye, Captain, the lee rail’s awash!”
“Arhh! We be sailin’!”
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Hahaha. I suppose as long as the bilge pumps are working and the hatches are battened down, you have nothing to worry about. Thanks for reading, Eugenia. ⛵
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