Daily Prompt

The Vessel

The incessant creaking of wood and ropes combined with the rush of the ocean to produce a noise that made it difficult to hear when below decks. Although the ship was state of the art, she couldn’t help fear curling through her gut.

Wiping her clammy hands on her dress, she looked up at the sky visible through the hatch above her. It was a blue as it had been the day she left behind everything. Hope had filled her heart then, and it grew as the horizon spread before her. Months had passed since that day, when it was only supposed to be weeks. Morale was almost non-existent and she had heard the murmurings of the crew against the captain for nights on end. Something was going to break sooner rather than later and she wasn’t sure which way it would go.

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