Part One In This Week Long Series of Helping the Helpers... @battleaxe/the-tale-of-the-siren-and-the-shark-half-of-sbd-s-on-payout-to-tarc
"....A hauntingly beautiful sound was heard in the distance. It was hypnotic and made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on point. The entire group on the ship had just begun their travels and even though they were weaving tales of defeating foes and making grog and assorted Ales, the sing song sound started to change into a malevolent shriek.........
The Team of staunch Individualists could even come to a Consensus that there were some nasty waters approaching. The balmy and almost stifling like climate was growing heavier and darker before their very eyes. A new barrel of grog was opened in hopes of relaxing fears and some salted foods and fish speared by Sally and Jack were slowly cooking in the Galley for the supper gathering.
Incessant back and forth rocking of "The Alpaca Punch" ship was becoming stronger by the hour and the conversation had that sinking feeling of taking that darker turn. The inherent point when the smiles become thin lines and then start to navigate south...
The shrieks that had once masked as sugar coated promises were taking a toll. A sensual giggle was heard as the Rogues on the ship saw a prismatic shimmer off the Starboard bound.
(pixabay, me myself and I...@battleaxe material all copywritten by Bob)