When I finally set foot on the deck of the ship again, all had grown quiet. The guns were still, the throats of the sailors were silent. Smoke clouded the riggings, but I could see that the sails were tattered, fluttering fitfully in the breeze which would have so aided us in our escape had it come only an hour earlier.
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Finally a simple, mainstream word! (Not that all the challanging vocabulary words aren't fun...) Thank you, Law Girl! Some things are worth waiting for, eh?
2 comments:
i admire your creativity, osquer!
Thank you, Polona! You're a creative soul yourself.
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