He threw his net full of fish back into the boat, and rowed out. Click here to get your free Self-Publishing Checklist: View these exercises as means to opening doors of insight and imagination and enjoy the process of becoming a better writer.
He would have to swim, and not splash about too much. He scanned the horizon in every direction, first with his bare eyes, and then through the murky spyglass.
Adjusting for wind direction, wind speed, the engine speed, the weight of the ship… all these factors require careful consideration, but with a little practice, one man could do it. The crew slowed the Nephele down expertly until it hovered almost directly above the stranded ship — it was the Pegasus — and threw down the mooring ropes.
He took out the spyglass and inspected his ship.
David was on his side. He had drifted towards the shallows. Simpson turned to the Captain and explained. He shipped his oars and washed his face with cold seawater.
He wondered whether he might be able to catch a fish… Fish! It can be a story one of your parents or grandparents shared about something that happened many years ago, or it can be a more recent event a friend or family member recounted.
Try to see this younger self as a real and separate person when you write the letter. He pulled it apart, and as he was taking off his wet coat, he felt the weight in his pocket and realised that it was the spyglass.
In the light of the stars he could just discern the outline of the beach, bordered by outcroppings of rock. It was difficult to make out much about the ship at this distance, but it was one of theirs — probably a 36 or gun frigate — and it was lying at anchor with its sails furled. Then he noticed the harnesses that he and Mr.
The man nodded, and made some motions which William understood to mean that he had seen the airship pass by on the previous day, far out in the west. Other figures were just visible too, on the decks of other ships, but no one had noticed him. Apparently the French thought Mr.
David for his ingenuity, and offered to help him as often as his midshipman duties allowed. Someone would have seen him. Then he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. William felt like a child who had endured a long feverish night alone, and finally saw his mother enter the room.
William understood that the man with the cart would take him across the island to the English. The beach might be empty, but the fleet would still have lookouts on each ship.
She had never been in a real battle, however, so her usefulness was still unknown.Every Sunday from a.m. to p.m., Los Angeles Writers Group offers a workshop where you write for hours based on creative writing prompts.
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The Midshipman (Short Story Sunday) by Eva, in category Short Stories He had heard many of his fellow officers complain of homesickness, but as William Parker sat on the port gunwale of the Nephele and watched the coast of Lemnos drift slowly below them, he could not imagine such a feeling himself.
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