The Littlest Fisher (Part 3)


Before going to her fishing place, Danshe paid a visit to the redhead’s cottage. The pot was gone from the front porch, but there was no answer at the door either. As she stepped down onto the walk she noticed that the lady was down on the beach kneeling down next to a pair of seals. She seemed to be having a conversation with them. Though Danshe thought this was curious, she didn’t want to be rude and interrupt her so went to her fishing spot to begin her day’s work.

A short while later the lady appeared near her place. She was carrying the pot.

“Do you mind if I join you?” the redhead asked politely.

“Yes, you may,” the little girl relied.

“Thank you for the yummy stew,” the woman said as she settled down next to her. He then placed the pot between them.

“You’re welcome,”Danshe replied.

The girl seemed to have something on her mind.

“A penny for your thoughts,” the lady said.

Danshe looked a bit embarrassed and then asked, “Can you talk to animals?”

“What makes you ask that?” the woman responded.

“I saw you on the beach with the seals,” she said.

“You might say we are friends,” the redhead replied.

The girl again looked as if she had a question on her mind.

“Um, are” she began hesitantly. “Are you an angel?”

The woman gave a good natured chuckle. “No, I’m not one of the bright ones, but I do try my best to serve the Power-that-Is.”

The girl looked even more embarrassed, and while fascinated, decided not to ask any other questions.

The two sat quietly for a short while, and then Danshe got a bite despite the turbulence of the water.

It proved to be a very big bass, one large enough to feed her and her family. Once she landed it she began to pack away her things. “Thank you sea,” she then said aloud.

“Is that all you are going to catch today?” the lady asked.

“I never take more than I can use,” the girl replied.

The lady smiled at that. “Most people are greedy,” the woman observed.

“But that would be wasteful of blessings,” Danshe responded, as if she had never thought of taking extra.

“Some people say that the greed of people is why the storms have come, and why the sea is acting strangely,” the redhead relied.

“That would be awful if it’s so,” Danshe said thoughtfully. A lot of people could go hungry. In fact, I wish I could feed everyone on the island, but I don’s know how much would be enough.”

“I am sure your present way of doing things is exactly right,” the woman said with a wink. She then got up, “Thank you again for the stew.” With that she departed.



The entire voyage had been a fiasco. The “captain” had obtained the position through family connections and he in turn made an old school acquaintance the first mate. One of their first actions was to sack the quartermaster for being “too old.” They then headed into the town to acquire stores themselves. The merchants they encountered saw their greenness from a mile away and the pair paid well above the market price for spoilt beef and weevily biscuit.

The new helmsman they hired didn’t know his starboard from his larboard, and the purser had “sticky fingers.”

Well, after two months of bad food, course irregularities, and three days stuck in the doldrums the crew had enough and threw the captain, his mate, and the other offending officers into a dingy and cast them adrift. I guess you could say it was a boat of no confidence.



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It was not long now before the sunset and Harin knew that he would have to hurry. The first day of spring had come and the Kraken would need to be appeased if the village was to have an unhindered fishing year.

“Hurry up Harin,” Taris shouted from the waiting boat.

“Don’t rush us,” Harin replied. “We still need to say the words.”

Harin’s brother, Tarin, poured the scented oil over the offering and Harin began the incantation.

“So be it,” they said in unison as spell ended and the last drop of oil fell upon the offering.

“Now lets get back to the village before it arrives to take its tribute,” Tarin urged, and the two brothers joined their cousin in the boat and pulled with all their might to distance themselves from the sacrifice rock.

They knew that in the morning all of the offerings would be gone except for a few bones. They didn’t want theirs to be among them.

Thus the spring ritual ended. The village would indeed have a successful fishing season. No great storms would wreck their habour. The boats would again all return from their daily fishing.

As for the Kraken, no one was really sure if it really appeciated the tribute, but safe was safe. Besides, the gulls all seemed to enjoy the leftovers.


Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #113


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Curious air-breather be careful what you seek

For the Mer-realm – despite its mystique

Is a place of hazard beyond the limits of your physique

And it’s a place of peril, if you go too deep

Return you to the surface

And make this not your grand mistake

But stick to your world of dryness

Or face the sleep from which you never wake


Depths’ Call

CCC #119

How far shall we descend?

How deep shall we dare to go?

How far out into the tide?

Is a question hard to know

Shall we wander away from land

Far from the realm of breath and air

Into the depths of Nepture’s lair

Where cold fingers of death may enclose?

Trouble me not with warnings shrill

Of tidings of impending doom

For the waters call to our mariners’ hearts

And I think they forever will


CCC #119