Anne looked through her spyglass. All she could see was the boundless sea around them. The wind pushed them forward, but so far no sign of their quarry. Another day of this and they might break off the hunt for this particular merchant ship and head for the Bahamas.
“Ship ahoy!” cried out the man in the crow’s nest.
Anne took out her spyglass again. Ahead of them there was a sail on the horizon.
Word count: 74 + prompt
This was written with the word prompt horizon for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #93.
I based Anne on the real life pirate Anne Bonny (?1697-?1782). Though I don’t think she ever captained a ship.
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