The Storm-Bringer

Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay

“Someone is angry–very angry,” the old mariner said as he scanned the approaching squall line.

The mass of towering black cloud was beginning to fill the horizon, and the seabirds, in their flocks, were heading landward to escape the growing menace.

“Someone?” the young deck hand questioned.

“Aye, the Storm-Bringer,” the old man replied reflectively.

“Isn’t that just a myth?” the younger man queried.

“No, my boy.  He’s real enough, though I ain’t seen the likes of him in thirty years, ever since he claimed the Aurora.”

The black clouds loomed larger, and flashes of lightening could be seen crossing the storm’s angry face.

“Aurora?” the hand asked.

“Aurora, now there was a handsome ship,” the old sailor reflected. “Sturdy built with good lines and trim.  But she were no match for ‘the Bringer’.”

“Surely, it’s just a storm, like any other,” the young man said optimistically looking back at the darkening sky.  His face betrayed another emotion, however.

“Believe what you like, Lad.  It will be what it will be,” the old man said as he withdrew a photo of his wife and gave it a kiss.

Just as he was returning it to its waterproof container, an aged life boat seemed to be thrust out of the mass of raging clouds.

The boat was weather worn, and devoid of life; yet it bore a lighted lantern seemingly untouched by time.  On its salt sprayed timbers it bore the faded word “AURORA.”

Padre

The Haunted Wordsmith Prompts

Prompt A (elemental challenge): threatening

Prompt B (sentence starter): “Someone is angry–very angry.”

Prompt C (photo): Above

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