Rigging, Tall Ship, Sails, Ship, Boat


Fourteen days.  It was fourteen days since the winds had dried up.  The sails hung limply from the yardarms.  They were adrift with no means of self propulsion.  But if the stars were telling the truth Raven was caught in a current that was carrying her slowly to the southwest.  The operative word here was slowly.  There were enough provisions for months, as their cargo was of salt fish.  The problem was water, without it even the abundant cargo was nearly useless.  The men were on half water rations already.  What Raven needed was wind, and barring that, enough of a nudge by the current to move them closer a landfall which surely must be somewhere over the southwest horizon.


Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge:  “over the horizon”

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