Post by Gráinne Ni Mháille on Jan 26, 2006 6:58:03 GMT -5
The ship moved with a slow lethargy through the water, and the crew scuttled like aunts over its deck and rigging. The sea moved like a thing alive as it rolled the ship across the black waves. The sails were taught as a night wind filled them with a strong easterly breeze. The sails looked black in the dead of night, and it first glance it may have been some ominous portent of doom to see such a ship and yet a slender figure dressed in the palest of blue stood on the quarter deck and stared out into the darkness, like a benevolent angel on the darkened deck of The Black Kite.
Grainne stared out into the settling blackness; the light from the deck illuminated the water up to twelve feet from the wooden hull. The night was still and quiet and had it not been for the rattle of the wind in the rigging and the lapping of the water, it would not have been possible to tell they were moving.
“Land Ho” came a voice from the crows’ nest, she smiled, their decks were bulging with gold, silks, and spices stolen from Indian trade ships. They would fetch a good price on the English market. The land mass came closer, and the lights of the town grew larger and the size of the city became apparent.
Grainne stared out into the settling blackness; the light from the deck illuminated the water up to twelve feet from the wooden hull. The night was still and quiet and had it not been for the rattle of the wind in the rigging and the lapping of the water, it would not have been possible to tell they were moving.
“Land Ho” came a voice from the crows’ nest, she smiled, their decks were bulging with gold, silks, and spices stolen from Indian trade ships. They would fetch a good price on the English market. The land mass came closer, and the lights of the town grew larger and the size of the city became apparent.
