A pirate tale


With his sun-weary face always turned toward the sea, Cap’n Thad looked every bit the pirate. He had pulled his long, grey hair into a loose braid, and embellished it with bits of sea glass and shells. Small, gold hoops hung from his ears.

He regaled tourists at the wharf with tales from a lifetime as a sailor. Weaving daring adventures of being lost in the eye of a hurricane, battling monster sharks, and landing that ever-elusive trophy marlin.

No one noticed the raconteur never actually boarded any of the charters, nor was his name emblazoned on any hull.

The 100 Word Challenge: inspired by “Wharf”
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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

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