Twenty days and four had been spent out on the ocean blue. Sun on the shoulders of the motley crew I called my brothers. I thought my maps were leading us to a fabled isle that did not exist as there was nothing but the vast sea as far as the eye could see. We were days or maybe weeks away from any place to stock up, easily succumbing to our own devices within that time had it not been for the keen eye of the crow's nest. It was then we lads heard of a harrowing holler. Land ho!!.
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Historia CortaA challenge to see if I could pack a book's worth of story into only one hundred words. enjoy :)
