At Sea
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2025 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Story: A pair of unlikely sailors, Jamie and Monk, set sail in a small boat, with but one oar and a large barrel of rum aboard. Illustrated.
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The sea was restless that morning, its waves curling like the whiskers of an old cat with secrets. Jamie, dressed in her sailor blues, gripped the oar of the tiny boat with practiced ease. At the stern, perched atop a barrel labeled SPECIAL RUM – The Town Special Brew, Monk sat with the solemnity of a ship’s captain, his tail flicking in rhythm with the swell.
They hadn’t meant to steal the barrel. It had simply rolled down the dock during the festival, and Monk—ever the opportunist—had leapt atop it with a triumphant screech. Jamie, laughing too hard to protest, had pushed off from shore before anyone noticed.
Now, hours later, the town was a blur behind them, the sea silvery, shivery cold, and the horizon naught but a wild promise far in the future.
“Monkeyshines, my friend,” Jamie declared, her voice strong despite the foamy splash and splatter of relentless waves, “we’re either going to be legends or lost to Davy Jones’ locker.”
Monk raised an optimistic paw and pointed toward a distant speck—an island, maybe, or just a trick of light, a warm fire blazing bright. Jamie squinted. The wind tugged at her collar. The barrel creaked.
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