Mutiny

The moon illuminated the Mor Breiz (Mor Bretannek) sea as we navigated towards Brettanike located in the Prettanic Isles. Our captain began shaking like a leaf, when a storm began to come to where we were, but the crew stood firm as we were dying to reach land. Some even thought about mutiny, as the captain seemed unable to cut the mustard. “Just because he was born with a spoon on his mouth it doesn’t mean he fits like a glove in this ship,” muttered some sailors. In fact he was all thumbs when talking about knowing the crew, he barely knew his assistant name. Our former captain, my best friend, was given the gate, we all were feeling the results of such injustice. Anyway she had been able to remain with us as the ship’s assistant navigator due to her knowledge. She had stepped into the picture few years ago, when I was hunting for a job, thanks to her I was now part of the crew. I had been floored for all things she had done for me, and I had returned the favour by asking the new captain to allow her to stay, which he did as he was short handed. Before the crack of dawn, she and I had finally spotted land; but the rest of the crew members, including the captain, were still asleep….
Story written by Nikolai (used with permission of the author)