“We must pull up The Great Anchor and away,” their leader decided as the local populace chased their brethren back to the Mobile Isle with pitchforks and torches aloft.
It had started well but someone had said something wrong and their welcome had soured very quickly indeed.
The winds were in their favour and, as the sails that were in need of some repair were hastily hoisted, the mobile islanders waited nervously for the off, hoping for the best. “Somewhere sunnier in both weather and disposition, first and foremost,” they prayed as they pulled away.
Instead they passed into legend.
It had started well but someone had said something wrong and their welcome had soured very quickly indeed.
The winds were in their favour and, as the sails that were in need of some repair were hastily hoisted, the mobile islanders waited nervously for the off, hoping for the best. “Somewhere sunnier in both weather and disposition, first and foremost,” they prayed as they pulled away.
Instead they passed into legend.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
PHOTO PROMPT – © C. Hase
Oh the poor mobile islanders. I think your flash has just answered the question left open by my flash. So they became legends.
ReplyDeleteThat's so sad. Always being forced to move... becoming a legend is little recompense for not being wanted. Great story.
ReplyDeleteThe idea of a mobile island is fascinating. I like how you've developed it. Poor islanders.
ReplyDeletePitcairn anyone?
ReplyDeleteGood piece.
I love the idea of a mobile island.... Alicia
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