“Gunfire! Gunfire! Everyone, to the guns!” the captain yelled against the roaring sound.
There was a scramble below decks, as everyone hurried to take position. The captain looked across the dark stormy sea, trying to figure out where the other ship was. So far, he could make out no distinct shapes, but at the way the rain was coming at them, it was hard to see anything at all.
“Captain, sir,” an uncertain voice said behind him. For a second he thought he had imagined the voice – the storm was raging far too loud to hear anyone – but when he turned around, one of the men stood right behind him, gripping the rail tightly, so that he would not get thrown over board.
“What’s wrong?” the captain asked, frowning at the worried expression on the man’s face.
“It ain’t gunfire, captain,” he replied. “It’s thunder.”
The captain was about to reply what nonsense this was when his eyes widened all of a sudden. Behind the man, the waves were stacked high up into the sky. Then they came crashing down on them. The cpatain never had a chance to reply.
© 2016
Sunday Photo Fiction, March 6th 2016
He felt the danger, just the wrong form. Good story. I enjoyed it.
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Oh yeah, he could sense there was danger – he just couldn’t quite place it.
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Great take. You had me caught up in a supposed pirate fight, when the man said it was only thunder. I could picture the waves behind him. A deadly ending. Well told.
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I suppose in such a storm thunder would sound just like gunfire to a captain who’s clearly expecting a pirate fight any minute.
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Just as I thought the danger was over….! Great ending! 🙂
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Thank you! I’m not sure a storm is less dangerous than being attacked by another pirate ship….
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Depends on the storm I guess!☺
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True.. 😛
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