The shade slew the last sailor.
Only the captain and I remained. And I, no pirate, but a priest disguised.
Atop the treasure sat a jeweled cross.
The ghoul reached out a finger.
I took the cross. Prayed. The wraith vanished.
Cold steel slid between my ribs.
“Bloody hate priests.”
Still loving these fifty word stories thanks to @jayna and her amazing fifty word story challenge. This time the prompt was “shade.” I did five different drafts for this one and also wrote 700 words of a longer version which I have yet to complete. Big thanks to @Bex-dk and @damianjayclay for the edits.
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