The forty-foot swells came from out of nowhere. The captain, buckled in to his seat, held tight to the wheel, sweat dripped down his face. The crew battened down the hatches. Water swept across the decks taking with it anything not tied down.
Up and down, the ship rode the waves. The winds howled, making the crew believe that the Seven Sirens sang to them. Water slammed into the ship, tossing the crew to the left, then to the right. The captain was heading for the shore.
Suddenly, all heard the sound of ripping metal. Ice-cold water rushed in. Crewmen were swept out to sea. The captain felt the ship list to the left. Over the loud speaker he yelled, “Abandon ship! Abandon ship!”
He let go of the wheel heading outside. A huge wave rushed in pinning him to the door of the wheelhouse, then grabbed at his feet pulling him out to sea. He thanked God for his life and surrendered himself to a certain death.
The storm raged on and the Odyssey quickly sank. All that remained of this ship: A pair of anchors, now on display at Odyssey Park. None of the crew survived.
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To Alastair Forbes: Thank you for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction, and for the amazing photo that inspired my story!
Thanks go out to you too, dear reader, for taking the time to stop on by for a quick read. Have a splendid Sunday and be well… ^..^