Anne looked through the spyglass. Owing to their swift passage they had caught up with the lone Spanish galleon, their intended quarry. The galleon was loaded with gold, silver, tobacco, and spices from the New World and had somehow been separated from the rest of the fleet. They would plunder it, and then make for Port Royal.
“Ready for attack!” Anne called out as they sped towards their prey.
“Captain, there are two more ships approaching flying Spanish colours.” the man in the crows nest called out. They would have to break off their pursuit and try another day…
This was written with the prompt swift passage provided by the Carrot Ranch April 1 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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