The H.M.S. Harrington The Pacific Ocean, 1715 Twenty Miles from Singapore Lightning split across the blackened clouds of the night sky as the rain hammered down onto the decks of the ship, at the helm Captain Farris strained trying to hold onto the Harrington’s wheel as several of his men scrambled across the deck he roared loudly “Tie those sails up tightly or the storm will shred them!” members of the crew worked hard to tie up the sails on the masts as water cascade up and over the side of the ship. Farris saw Malloy and Hawk on the deck trying to steady themselves with the harsh movement of the ship the rifles held tightly in their hands he shouted to the both of them “Lads! Keep to powder on those rifles dry and be on the lookout they could appear any moment!” Malloy looked up and nodded “Aye Sir!”. The two men remained alert but were on edge Malloy turned to Hawk “This is crazy Hawk” Hawk was looking in all directions but spoke with a calm tone “Just remember don’t hesit...
Welcome to The Ember Lights my blog where I post my ideas as short stories, so join me around the camp fire and I hope you enjoy my tales. ‘Martyn Sudlow-McKay’.