This one-word prompt is courtesy of Angela Willis on my Facebook page. Hope you enjoy!
The wave hit us hard on our flank. Twenty men went over in the first turn. “For the love of God,” I said, gripping to something both flesh and wood. My eyes burned and the minute muscles in my hands quivered.
“Captain!” A deck man said as another wave dashed our oars apart. “Captain, we need orders sir!”
The man had said more but I could not hear it through the blasting force of wind and water assaulting every inch of me. I held on tighter and fixed my position so I could release my right arm. No sooner had I let go with my right hand, a third crash hit us in opposite direction we had been flying to and the jolt ripped me from my hold.
I was in the air then, against the snapping planks of the ship.
“Captain!” A man called. “Orders sir?”
“I,” I started, then I remember myself and reached deep into my wool coat and pulled out a spyglass. I tried to keep my eyes open against all the raging of the sea, but I could make out nothing but absolute death. I put the glass to my eye and swung it around for hope, but all I saw was ocean.
Well, that was fun to write. Thanks again for the word Angela.