Something for the first time - Writing competition "148" based on my digital image. Now you are the author of "pirate island"

Something for the first time.

The cry of seagulls and the sound of the surf woke up boatswain Greg Smith who had been in his cabin for several days suffering from fever.

Even the noisy happy crowd of officers and sailors who decided to have fun on the shore, having stepped off the gangway in the port of Barbados could not make him open his eyes, the heat in his body completely exhausted him.

And the storm yes while the ship's crew was having fun in the port the storm rocked the ship like a blade of grass in the wind and the creaking of the anchor chain drilled into Greg's brain all this time.

Greg reached out for a glass of water which had splashed a lot during the storm but there was still something at the bottom.

Taking a sip he felt how the life-giving moisture burned his dry and cracked lips from the heat.

He was still thirsty and Grech tried to shout the name of cabin boy John to bring him more water, but no one came.

Greg listened... nothing nothing except the cry of seagulls and a light breeze that sometimes made a quiet wave hit the side of the crab.

Gathering all his strength the boatswain stood up, he did not like such silence, it must be noisy already you can’t even hear the clanking of the dishes that clinked in the hands of the ship’s cook Samuel.

Wow, how he cooks shark meat, finger-licking good!

But even that was not audible.

With difficulty shuffling his legs and holding on to everything he could lean on Greg left the cabin and walked along a narrow dark corridor to the exit to the deck.

The door creaked and the sunlight painfully blinded Greg for a moment.

When his vision was restored, Greg looked around.

Where is the port?

Where is Barbados?

Where is everyone?!

In front of him was a completely unfamiliar island and there were no people on the ship except him.

Leaning over the side Greg saw that the anchor chain, which de jure could not be broken was broken apparently the ship was torn from its anchor by a storm.

Greg sat down on the bollard, scratched the back of his head wanted to cry, but laughed he had never had to steer a three-masted ship alone before but he would have to.

There is always something that you have to do for the first time!

Image for the competition provided by @xpilar.

This is part one of the story which tells about the events that happened before Greg saw pterodactyls circling in the sky above the ship.

It is not yet known when the second part of the story will appear :)

This post is my participation in the contest Writing competition "148" based on my digital image. Now you are the author of "pirate island" organized by @abi24.

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More to come!

Enjoy viewing the photos and reading the article!

Have a blessed day!

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