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Shiptember!
One Month. Infinite Voyages.

There are a lot of different kinds of ships. Some are pretty neat and others are... meh. Whatever kind you want to write or art about is acceptable. It only has to be nautical related to this month's theme.


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Artist: Wojtek Fus

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"The wind whispers the tale of the sea. Wind tugging the sails fiercely as the wooden boards scream out in anguish as the waves tried to topple the ship down into the great abyss. Had it not been for the roaring thunder and crushing sea one would have been able to notice the panicked screams each time a wave broke over the railing and tried to wash away those pesky little humans. To make them lost in the midnight sea. The captain keeping a brave face even though he already realised their end was near, screaming out orders left and right to the crew that desperately tried to keep standing from the toss game from the waves.

Trying to keep the boat afloat as lightning lit up the darkness above. Rain washing over them, at least that was what he thought as the waves no longer made it obvious where the water came from. Through the storm he could hear it, the beautiful singing sounds of the sirens, waiting to feast upon their flesh. Patiently waiting for a soon to be had end, He swore he could sense them underneath the waves and as the sky lit up once again their fate was here. Lightning striking down in the main mast, splitting the ship in two and hurling them all into the abyss. There was no chance to be had, no other point of fighting he thought as his eyes shut one last time. The end was here, the end..?"
 
As the sun rose that morning, a blood red glow filled the sky. An old man in a three piece suit looked over the railing of the ocean liner before taking a final drag from his cigarette and tossed it into the waves below.

" Red sky at night, it's a sailor's delight. Red sky at morning, sailors take warning... gimme a break! " He said out loud after reciting the saying his father had said so often that he swore he could say it with a mouthful of marbles, in his sleep, and two miles under the sea.

It was too beautiful out for a storm. The waves were calm, the wind was barely there, the skies were clear. He shook his head at how his father could be suckered by such a pointless saying that meant nothing.

Two hours later, that old man was in a lifeboat. The waves had turned unruly, the lifeboat was knocked so violently as he held on for dear life that even other passengers had all latched onto one another in an attempt to keep the boat steady.

The lightning lit up darkened skies, the thunder roared with a vengeance, and rain fell so hard that between it and the salty waves seeing had been near impossible. Even the screams were dulled.

That ocean liner was gone, beaten and battered by wave after wave until it finally capsized and sank with barely time to escape.

If he survived, he'd never say it again.

 
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