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Jack, the pirate

The moon sauntered in and out from the dark clouds, throwing a luminous but eerie glow over the ruins where Jack, sick from fighting the seas, sat on an elevated stone.

The violent storm had turned the sea into a ferocious animal that howled for days together, finally devouring the entire ship and the inmates, save Jack, the ruthless pirate.

Jack wondered a way to get out of the place when a cloaked man appeared from nowhere. The black-robed apparition looked into Jack’s eyes and whispered, “Welcome home”

Jack panicked to realize that his journey had ended at the netherworld.

Image courtesy of the British Library from Roving Jack the Pirate Hunter, published 1867, a romance

Word count:100

Linking this up to the 100 word story for the photo prompt at the Light and Shade challenge 
and Five sentence fiction at Lillie McFerrin Writes for the word prompt: Luminous


  1. I really enjoyed reading your entry. I especially like the way you build up a sense of fear and darkness. You bring the picture to life in amazing detail. I like the unexpected final line as well.

  2. A great atmosphere in this one Uma,


    Ally :)

  3. Ahh this was interesting and clever too...very well written

    Random Thoughts Naba - It's her decision!...

  4. Very nice build up there, Uma! Loved the last line. Powerful and full of impact :)

    1. Thanks a lot, Shailaja, so glad you liked it :-)

  5. Goodness, the worst thing about FSF? You really want there to be way more than five sentences!! Love the shock at the end.

    1. I hope you meant you liked this enough to have more of it ;-) thanks :-)

  6. Beautifully penned! Loved the thrill!

    1. I'm glad you liked it, Shalini! :-)

  7. Loved the story line, Uma
    Great take!


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