People are interesting in a sense that they can be lured by the simplest of means. Some by sight, some by sound. Entrapping their minds before snapping shut like a simple bug trapped in a Venus Fly Trap. Just hope that you notice what's happening before you fall into their devious trap.
They waves were a little rough as we sailed across the black sea. My crew and I had been out here, trapped for days with little food. We hoped to have found land by now but, even with the furthest stretches of our scopes, nothing could been seen but more water.
Why must it be that the worst happens to the best of us. There was a plague back home that killed half my family. The other half, I can only hope they're safe. Times are rough these days and the situation we're met with couldn't possibly make things worse.
We've tried tossing our nets overboard in hopes of grabbing a few fish but no such luck would grace our sails. Any fish we would catch would be few and far between, forcing our crew to snag a bite each. Else someone would be crazed from starvation and get a bigger bite than the others. I would have shared in the madness as well, but I would have a fish to myself. It may seem selfish, but may I remind you that as a captain, it is my duty to stay alive and keep this crew together, leading them to safety.
Sure, safety wasn't exactly what we were met with at the present time, but without me the crew would lose their minds, killing each other and claiming all the gold onboard for themselves. Besides, they have no idea how to steer the ship. They'd sink it before they could get it to move.
As the sun sank down to meet the water, the moon shown overhead, reflecting in the water and shining like a diamond twinkling below. My crewmates and I were sitting around on the deck just before the captains quarters. I questioned them on what they thought we should do, as we had very little time before we all starved to death.
Some agreed we should throw the dead overboard. Others believed we should devour the weak to survive. I wasn't a fan. Mainly because somewhere down the line they'd try to overthrow me. It may be paranoia, after all my crew trusted me, but still I remain cautious.
We were about to pick from a few more suggestions when we heard a song bellowed out from the sea. It was a feminine voice, singing some sort of lullaby in the distance. Were we close to land? We all went to the edge of the ship, looking out in the direction the voice was coming from.
Through the dark of night, it was hard to see anything. However, the singing grew closer and closer until it sounded like it was right next to us. We looked straight down into the water and saw a person's head rise above.
We called out to her, asking if she needed any help. Her only response was more singing.
I looked around to see if anyone on my crew would help her, but they seemed to be walking toward the edge of the boat, entranced and walking blindly. Was it her voice doing this to them?
I tried stopping them but found myself falling overboard, hitting the water hard. They rest of my crew followed suit.
The last thing I remembered before drowning was the soothing melody of her voice, lulling me to my death.
They waves were a little rough as we sailed across the black sea. My crew and I had been out here, trapped for days with little food. We hoped to have found land by now but, even with the furthest stretches of our scopes, nothing could been seen but more water.
Why must it be that the worst happens to the best of us. There was a plague back home that killed half my family. The other half, I can only hope they're safe. Times are rough these days and the situation we're met with couldn't possibly make things worse.
We've tried tossing our nets overboard in hopes of grabbing a few fish but no such luck would grace our sails. Any fish we would catch would be few and far between, forcing our crew to snag a bite each. Else someone would be crazed from starvation and get a bigger bite than the others. I would have shared in the madness as well, but I would have a fish to myself. It may seem selfish, but may I remind you that as a captain, it is my duty to stay alive and keep this crew together, leading them to safety.
Sure, safety wasn't exactly what we were met with at the present time, but without me the crew would lose their minds, killing each other and claiming all the gold onboard for themselves. Besides, they have no idea how to steer the ship. They'd sink it before they could get it to move.
As the sun sank down to meet the water, the moon shown overhead, reflecting in the water and shining like a diamond twinkling below. My crewmates and I were sitting around on the deck just before the captains quarters. I questioned them on what they thought we should do, as we had very little time before we all starved to death.
Some agreed we should throw the dead overboard. Others believed we should devour the weak to survive. I wasn't a fan. Mainly because somewhere down the line they'd try to overthrow me. It may be paranoia, after all my crew trusted me, but still I remain cautious.
We were about to pick from a few more suggestions when we heard a song bellowed out from the sea. It was a feminine voice, singing some sort of lullaby in the distance. Were we close to land? We all went to the edge of the ship, looking out in the direction the voice was coming from.
Through the dark of night, it was hard to see anything. However, the singing grew closer and closer until it sounded like it was right next to us. We looked straight down into the water and saw a person's head rise above.
We called out to her, asking if she needed any help. Her only response was more singing.
I looked around to see if anyone on my crew would help her, but they seemed to be walking toward the edge of the boat, entranced and walking blindly. Was it her voice doing this to them?
I tried stopping them but found myself falling overboard, hitting the water hard. They rest of my crew followed suit.
The last thing I remembered before drowning was the soothing melody of her voice, lulling me to my death.
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