Richard stood on the deck of the small fishing boat, hands clasped behind his back. "What do you think Sam' Should we go out?" Sailors could be superstitious. He had remembered the sailors around the docks. Red sky at night, Sailors' delight. Red sky in morning, sailors' take warning.
Sam stood studying the sky beside the old grizzled captain. Fish markets paid well enough.
"If we don't, someone might have a better haul." Richard still looked out at the sky, before steering the vessel further out to sea. There were always hazards they knew. Fishing vessels were lost in storms, and rogue waves sometimes pulled an unfortunate crew under.
The water was murky, making it hard to see how far the bottom lay. Still the men soon unfurled the nets, slipping them into the waters, all they had to do now was wait...
Drunkards were plentiful, and easy pickings for the dark dragon, but sometimes, sometimes...you just needed something...different. Slipping into the murky waters, the dragon soon was following a school of fish further into the deep...
The men had been asleep, waking to their fishing vessel listing sharply to port. Sam clutched the railing with one white knuckled hand, and Richard with the other.
"What the 'ell was that!" "I dun know, Richard, mayhap we caught on somethin."
The waters stilled, seeming to calm, before the vessel soon pitched sharply to starboard, tossing Sam overboard.
"Sam, Sam, I'm coming!" Richard grabbed the life preserver, tossing it overboard to his fishing companion. Just in time to see him vanish beneath the waves.
"Sam!, Sam, can you hear me!" There was a feeling of dread within the captain's stomach as he clutched at the railing, trying his damndest to find his lost fishing buddy.
His own knuckles turning white as his shouting was lost to the winds."We never should have gone out Sam, we never should have gone out."
Sam stood studying the sky beside the old grizzled captain. Fish markets paid well enough.
"If we don't, someone might have a better haul." Richard still looked out at the sky, before steering the vessel further out to sea. There were always hazards they knew. Fishing vessels were lost in storms, and rogue waves sometimes pulled an unfortunate crew under.
The water was murky, making it hard to see how far the bottom lay. Still the men soon unfurled the nets, slipping them into the waters, all they had to do now was wait...
Drunkards were plentiful, and easy pickings for the dark dragon, but sometimes, sometimes...you just needed something...different. Slipping into the murky waters, the dragon soon was following a school of fish further into the deep...
The men had been asleep, waking to their fishing vessel listing sharply to port. Sam clutched the railing with one white knuckled hand, and Richard with the other.
"What the 'ell was that!" "I dun know, Richard, mayhap we caught on somethin."
The waters stilled, seeming to calm, before the vessel soon pitched sharply to starboard, tossing Sam overboard.
"Sam, Sam, I'm coming!" Richard grabbed the life preserver, tossing it overboard to his fishing companion. Just in time to see him vanish beneath the waves.
"Sam!, Sam, can you hear me!" There was a feeling of dread within the captain's stomach as he clutched at the railing, trying his damndest to find his lost fishing buddy.
His own knuckles turning white as his shouting was lost to the winds."We never should have gone out Sam, we never should have gone out."