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What a Warsailor Has To Be   1520.07.05  
Creators: Ellen Million (Writer), Edward Cammarota (Patron)
A warsailor has to be wary and canny...
Posted: 05/17/11      [6 Comments] ~ 381 words.

A warsailor has to be wary.

He watched the murky depths with his harpoon held ready. The shadow of the monster lurked just out of striking range, circling in the ocean below. It was only the barest of movements, the faintest of phantasms below.

A warsailor has to be canny.

He knew the monsters of these oceans, knew the way they moved and struck. The faint outline might have been a harmless dolphin, or perhaps a soldierfish, which wouldn't attack a ship of this size. But watching the movement of the ghost below, he knew it was a deathfin, and one that was on the prowl.

A warsailor has to be patient.

He shifted sweaty fingers on the handle, and waited. Flinging a harpoon too early was only a waste; it lost power when you thrust it through the thick ocean water. Changing the course of the ship would do no good; there was nothing to do but wait, and watch, and be ready when it came.

A warsailor has to be brave.

When the creature finally surfaced, reaching a head full of dagger-like teeth to harvest the crew from the ship, there was no time for fear, no room for terror, or thinking of the damage it was bent on doing. Warsailors lost their limbs and lives in this fight everyday, and to flinch now meant certain failure. He gave a ringing Duurludirj warcry, and dashed forward with his harpoon.

"What are you doing in that puddle?! You're soaking wet!"

Amanel started, nearly dropping the stick in his hands. "I'm a warsailor," he said defensively. "I'm protecting the ship!"

"You are a muddy mess," his mother said in despair. "Get inside this minute and change out of your sopping pants."

Amanel slunk into her shadow, throwing his stick to the far side of the puddle. It was true that the thunder-whale, with her powers of sound, was the largest and one of the most dangerous sea monsters of the world, and her work had been done here today; the deathfin had fled, and his crew had been shaken into nothing by the thunder-whale.

"A warsailor has to be canny," he muttered to himself, following her inside. Maybe he could escape again after lessons to hunt the monsters of the puddles.

Author's Notes

I did this during the May Muse Fusion, though it wasn't to a particular prompt.

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