The Sudden Storm (flash fiction)

The Sudden Storm

Eliza, Captain of the The Crimson Night, was asleep when the squall hit. She quickly arose and staggered to the deck. The scene was complete chaos. The high winds shredded the mainsail to shreds, while the mizzen looked in danger of collapsing.

The crew desperately tried to bring the sails down as high waves crashed over them, washing some overboard. Eliza took the wheel trying to keep the ship on course, holding on to prevent being swept into the brine herself.

When morning came, the squall had blown itself out. The ship was heavily damaged, but they had survived.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt high winds provided by the Carrot Ranch September 3 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Pirates! (flash fiction)

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Pirates!

 

“Well, we’ve safely sailed the Bodacious through the Nose Bender, a labyrinth of reefs. Any sign of pursuit?” the Captain asked. The First Mate looked through a spyglass in the darkness behind them.

“It’s no good Captain! Heartbreak Kid is still following us.”

“Shiver me timbers! We may just have to fight.” The Captain replied. “We’ll have to arrange a boarding party.”

“Pieces of eight!” said the parrot on his shoulder.

They suddenly froze.

“And my question to you is: in that film clip, what colour hat was the First Mate wearing?” The game show host asked the contestants.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was a finalist in the Carrot Ranch Rodeo Mashup Contest. The objective was to combine pirates and game show tropes and include the names Bodacious, Nose Bender, and Heartbreak Kid.

 

 

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CCC#36: My New Boat (flash fiction)

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My New Boat

 

“See I’ve got myself a boat. Now I can become the pirate I’ve always wanted to be.” I told her.

She walked on deck looking unimpressed. She shook her head.

“What is this obsession with pirates you have? It’s just sad in someone your age.” She told me.

“I like pirates. You better be careful what you say or I’ll make you walk the plank and you’ll go down to Davy Jones Locker. Arghh!” She sighed loudly.

“I love you, but you make it so difficult sometimes. You just need to let go of all these silly obsessions you have and come and join us in the real world one day!” She exclaimed.

She walked out leaving me alone. One day I would be the most fantabulous pirate and she will wish she had joined my crew when she had the chance. She’ll be sorry.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 145

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #36.

 

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How To Be A Pirate (flash fiction)

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How To Be A Pirate

 

In the mirror Jill practiced facial expressions to make herself look scary. If she was going to be a pirate she would have to know how to grimace, or so her mum had said.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 33 + prompt

 

This was written with the prompt grimace provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #114.

 

Because it was such a short post here some random pirate images:

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Flash Fiction Challenge #3: Sail

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The Navigator by Bob Kehl

 

This is my third monthly Flash Fiction Challenge. Your goal is to write a piece of fiction, poem, or an extract from a longer story that uses the world sail (or sails, sailing, etc.) in 100 words exactly. Either use it as a noun or a verb. If you do this challenge please leave a link to it in the comments or a pingback. Please have fun with it 🙂

 

Evasion

 

Anne looked through her spyglass at the islands in front of her. She was hoping for a sheltered bay where they could hide for a few days. All the ships sails had been unfurled to make use of any breath of wind available. She gazed upwards at the topgallants starting to fill with a breeze. They needed to pick up speed. She could hear the ropes straining and the timbers creaking. She looked behind for signs of the English ships that were hunting them. Luckily they hadn’t been seen yet. If only they could sail to some hidden cove unobserved…

 

Joanne Fisher

 

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Landfall (flash fiction)

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Landfall by Bob Kehl

 

Landfall

 

They left the rowboats on the shoreline and then headed inland carrying chests laden with gold and jewels. Once Anne found a suitable spot she got the crew to start digging. Their last raid had been a surprisingly successful one. Anne thought it prudent they hide what they had taken for now. One day they would return for it.

 

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 59

This was written with the prompt seashore from Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #96.

 

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Kidds Treasure by Bob Kehl

 

The Fantasy Art of Bob Kehl

And now for something completely different….

I recently stumbled across Bob Kehl’s fantasy art on a Twitter post when someone posted three of his pictures featuring female pirates. I was intrigued and looked for more of his work. So I thought I would show here a selection from what I found.

Websites you can view more his art are his website and his DeviantArt site.

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Black Heart Bela

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Pirate Haven Tortuga

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Assassins On The Roof

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Pyrate Blade Master

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The Navigator

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The Pirate Chronicler

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Water Sorceress

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Spirit of the Sea Witch cover

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Cutthroat Kaari Kalou

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Landfall

Anyway I hoped you liked seeing these.

 

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The Hunt (flash fiction)

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Homemade Pirate Ship by Henry Fong

 

The Hunt

 

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.

 

Joanne Fisher

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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