Adventure
The Final Sail
I am an old mariner, this much is true. I have sailed all seven of the seas that surround this world. I have dipped my toes into the white sands of the Caribbean. I have bled from the stinging winds of the north seas. I have worn albatrosses around my neck and I have slain them as they flew about my ship. I have seen ghost ships piloted by ghost crews and despaired them. I have followed sirens to near disaster on reefs no map can find. I am betrothed to the sea and consigned to it. I was born just another sacrifice to Poseidon and Davy Jones. One day, when I have gathered enough pain and scars in service to the sea, they will call in my debt.
By Adam Diehl2 years ago in Fiction
THE UNFORTUNATE MOMENT OF CANOEIST JOE
Joe had paddled his boat to the center half of River Obim when the thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed thin spark light across the sky indicating rainy weather was forthcoming. He did not bother much; clinging to the belief that his 25 years of experience as a canoeist kept him paddling. The fluctuating weather was not friendly though, he kept assuring his two passengers of their safety till the terminal end of the voyage.
By Emmanuel ogar2 years ago in Fiction
Typical Day on a Boat
To get out to the wreck nearest our county, a boat must travel at least an hour and a half. We wanted to get past the West Florida Shelf toward the deeper water in the escarpment area. There are many areas with wrecks, man-made reefs, and even a WWII ship out there, great havens for tons of fish. These areas are about 2800’ deep, and that’s where the more decent dinner fish are- grouper, amberjack, mackerel, and dolphinfish (also called mahi mahi). I joked that I’m only there to catch the bait fish.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Fiction
Bad Blood and Betrayal. Top Story - August 2024. Content Warning.
Isabella and Ethan climbed on board his cabin cruiser that she discovered was named The Boozer Cruiser. Embarrassed by the bold black print of shame, Bella pulled her wide hat brim down to cover her face. She’d hate to be seen by the other women at the yacht club. The Tampa Bay area had many well-connected families, and to be seen as a party girl would be a crime.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Fiction
The Journey of the Last Warrior. AI-Generated.
In a small village surrounded by mountains, there lived a young man named Tarek. He was born into a poor family that worked in agriculture. From a young age, his life was filled with hardships, as he worked tirelessly in the fields from sunrise to sunset. Despite the harshness of life, Tarek's heart was full of hope and ambition.
By Lacey Morgan2 years ago in Fiction








