This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, Click on the link below to take part, the results are posted on Wednesday evening.
And the Words: “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul;” – Moby Dick by Herman Melville.
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I recall those lonely wharves of my youth, where I fell and awoke to the life I now have.
I spent my young days drinking and carousing about the docks. Watching ships but never knowing they would be my destiny.
I was accustomed to those cobblestone streets, the cats that dwelt in alleys ready to take their pick of the catch of fish. I knew those cats well; in many ways, I was one of them.
When I was heavy in drink, I would sleep it off in one of those alleys, the cats would be my company.
One day I awoke to discover the error of my ways. I was in the belly of one of those wooden vessels bound for the open ocean.
It didn’t take me long to discover the nature of those Seadogs who had waylaid me. Lawlessness was in my nature and I recognised my kin in those woebegotten reprobates. I wasn’t going to jeopardise my life by fighting the circumstances I’d found myself in.
I embraced the life and made my debut as a pirate.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24th September 2019.
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