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The Sirens Song
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Lockhart Tydes was a rather distinguished fellow, who captained the Amperee. It was a large Brig with yellowish-white sails. Hung high upon the flag pole, was the British navy flag. He was on a voyage from Bristol to Boston as a part of a Trade proposition. The voyage was rather calm; there was little to no rain which is very unusual for travel of such distances.
Lockhart and his crew of 13 would go about their duties. Usually by 4:35 they would be set to eat and diverse amongst themselves. They would each take turns staying awake and keeping watch in case of any signs of heavy weather, though this was unlikely given the fact that there had hardly even been a single drop of rain the entire voyage.
So it was much more laid-back. As much as the captain disliked the thought of it, whenever a crewmember was on watch they would end up falling asleep instead of looking out. He couldn’t get too angry with them, he did give them quite tiring tasks.
Every now and then he would keep watch, usually this occurred when he could not sleep and would simply wait for morning to come. But this atleast gave him tasks to do.
When none of the crewmembers volunteered he would take up the duty until someone would volunteer usually a few nights later. Often during dinner the sailors would be as drunk as a booze-hound, telling stories of sea monsters and demons, of course none of these were true. Simply stories that they would tell to attempt to scare one another. This failed every single time, yet they still found interest in these creatures. One night when keeping watch, Lockhart was sitting by a barrel when he heard a soft whistling unlike he ever heard before. Strangely enough all the crewmen were already asleep, he was the only one out there. He walked about the deck looking for signs of where the whistling could come from, but he could not find anything. The whistling grew louder ever so slightly so he knew he was getting closer to the source, but the deck was very open. Nothing but barrels and a few cannons, if anything was there to make that sound he would’ve seen it. This caused anxiety in him as the whistling would not cease and only grew louder.
He checked the upper deck but to no avail. He would find himself sitting by the barrel thinking he had gone mad as the whistling grows louder.
The ship rocked violently, awakening the others as they sprang up from their beds and ran to the deck. They looked overboard to see what would be causing the rocking, but the water was pitch black.
They try to regain balance, but the ship was rocking so much that water was spilling onto the deck. The whistling had become a horrid screeching noise that was nothing less that fear in its purest form. The entire crew was panicking, but Lockhart continued to sit motionless by the barrel.
The entire ship rocked back and forth until its eventual demise wiping out the entire crew and its cargo with it.
Finito
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Lockhart Tydes was a rather distinguished fellow, who captained the Amperee. It was a large Brig with yellowish-white sails. Hung high upon the flag pole, was the British navy flag. He was on a voyage from Bristol to Boston as a part of a Trade proposition. The voyage was rather calm; there was little to no rain which is very unusual for travel of such distances.
Lockhart and his crew of 13 would go about their duties. Usually by 4:35 they would be set to eat and diverse amongst themselves. They would each take turns staying awake and keeping watch in case of any signs of heavy weather, though this was unlikely given the fact that there had hardly even been a single drop of rain the entire voyage.
So it was much more laid-back. As much as the captain disliked the thought of it, whenever a crewmember was on watch they would end up falling asleep instead of looking out. He couldn’t get too angry with them, he did give them quite tiring tasks.
Every now and then he would keep watch, usually this occurred when he could not sleep and would simply wait for morning to come. But this atleast gave him tasks to do.
When none of the crewmembers volunteered he would take up the duty until someone would volunteer usually a few nights later. Often during dinner the sailors would be as drunk as a booze-hound, telling stories of sea monsters and demons, of course none of these were true. Simply stories that they would tell to attempt to scare one another. This failed every single time, yet they still found interest in these creatures. One night when keeping watch, Lockhart was sitting by a barrel when he heard a soft whistling unlike he ever heard before. Strangely enough all the crewmen were already asleep, he was the only one out there. He walked about the deck looking for signs of where the whistling could come from, but he could not find anything. The whistling grew louder ever so slightly so he knew he was getting closer to the source, but the deck was very open. Nothing but barrels and a few cannons, if anything was there to make that sound he would’ve seen it. This caused anxiety in him as the whistling would not cease and only grew louder.
He checked the upper deck but to no avail. He would find himself sitting by the barrel thinking he had gone mad as the whistling grows louder.
The ship rocked violently, awakening the others as they sprang up from their beds and ran to the deck. They looked overboard to see what would be causing the rocking, but the water was pitch black.
They try to regain balance, but the ship was rocking so much that water was spilling onto the deck. The whistling had become a horrid screeching noise that was nothing less that fear in its purest form. The entire crew was panicking, but Lockhart continued to sit motionless by the barrel.
The entire ship rocked back and forth until its eventual demise wiping out the entire crew and its cargo with it.
Finito
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