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 🙂
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…
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.
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.
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.