They still called him Youngster although he’d been aboard some five years and there were crew members much younger and less innocent. He didn't mind, though, had never minded because he hated his real name.
Sailing the boiling sea was treacherous, their large ship was designed to roll very little, conduct no heat and keep the steam away from its crews’ faces. Yet all feared falling in.
He had seen it once, heard the scream (there was only ever one), and knew he would never take a risk.
The taste of the fallen, though… that was worth taking a risk.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #392 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Youngster.
Sailing the boiling sea was treacherous, their large ship was designed to roll very little, conduct no heat and keep the steam away from its crews’ faces. Yet all feared falling in.
He had seen it once, heard the scream (there was only ever one), and knew he would never take a risk.
The taste of the fallen, though… that was worth taking a risk.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #392 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Youngster.
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