Would the storms be enough?
There came a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he called.
An olive skinned woman in ruffled dress and frilled cap entered, bowing her head humbly. 508 more words
17 hours, 7 minutes
The canary had visited his office every morning for nearly the past year. For this reason, Santa Cruz de Tenerife and the neighbouring asteroids were named the Canary collection. 506 more words
1 day, 13 hours
Nelson gaped. “To Fitzsimmons? But he’s a common sailor.”
“Mr Fitzsimmons, please stop the shore boat,” Emma called.
“Wait!” Nelson cried, before taking a deep breath. 493 more words
1 day, 16 hours
Emma waited by the docks of the harbour with tens of thousands of others. Word had reached them all of a major engagement at St Vincent nebula. 503 more words
2 days, 19 hours
Nelson focused on the specks. They instantly swelled, exhibiting a fleet of ships, cutting a vapour wake, suggesting speed. His line of sight rose to the masts, finding red and yellow striped ensigns flapping. 481 more words
4 days, 15 hours
Seriously…just because you are on every social media platform known to man, check and post regularly, and use it as your life line; it doesn’t mean you are a social being. 663 more words
“I know that on my ships in the past, Mr Fitzsimmons has acted as Master’s Mate.”
Hardy looked anxious.
“Is yours an able man, Captain Hardy?” 492 more words
4 days, 16 hours