Friday, October 07, 2005

Capt. Kate Short Story Post 1

Capt. Kate was my Faire persona. I've been doing so much history research for the resource guide, I thought that a fiction peice through her eyes might be another good use for the research. Plus I read Murder by Magic this summer and thought an Elizabethan sea dog ghost story sounded like fun.

Daily writing = 143 word


Kate Roberts stared at the stone thurst into the splintered wood. The salt water had already filled the hold ankle-deep. Empty casks eased free from their ropes and nets to bob. The latern light was too feeble from the stairwell. Had the Crimson Lady been struck a fatal blow?

There comes a regularity with being cursed. Course, Kate didn’t feel she was cursed. It mattered not that others added Storm-blown to her given name simply because every ship she had floundered and was lost in the storm. She never lost any crew by God’s teeth save for the fools who could not follow orders in a crisis. Those were hardly sailors one desired come what may. Due to that fortunuous circumstance of her life, she had never expected her ship to run aground, no matter how foggy the night.

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