The wind blew north and the long tail coat of captain Argon waved in the wind as he walked on the deck of his ship. The boat creaked as we passed the central part of Africa which was known as Zambia.
The deck had gone dark and almost a fade color from the weather, turning the wood a dark brown.
It had been day's since we had set foot on dry land.
A wet hand pressed against my shoulder and grunted as if motioning me to fallow. I made my way along a small passage alley that I had never been on before.
From somewhere I heard a small voice calling out to me. "Jesse?" It called. "Yes." I answered not quite sure where to look. A small light flickered and a old man stepped out of the shadows.
To be continued...
To be continued...
That is cool, it makes me want ot read more!
ReplyDeleteThank's... It's not my best though... I just wrote it out of the blue... :-)
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