They say the sea's a harsh mistress. Well, I can tell ya it ain't no mistress. It's a demon. A great blue monster that steals everythin'. You ain't gonna find anythin' out there cept' a cold, lonely end. Don't say I didn't warn ya...
A grizzled, old earth pony relates his tale of woe to random passerby. A tale fraught with tragedy and disaster, fear and isolation. A tale inexplicably linked to a mysterious event fifty years ago, when the S.S. Ironside was lost at sea. He claims to be the only remaining survivor, but the story he tells defies all reason. Are they just the ramblings of a senile old pony, or is there some terrifying truth to what he says?
Chapters (3)
Throw it away, Audiosurf, throw the ladle away and get the heck out of there!
In other words, I enjoyed your story! At first I was unsure how a ship-oriented story wasn't going to be a pirate-oriented one by default, but you've pulled it off. There was a feeling of uncertainty and mystery throughout the story and of course the ending leaves a reader wondering. All in all, good job and congratulations on completing your personal challenge of writing a fic under specific time frame!
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This sort of thing gets easier when you realize that people will always be afraid of what they don't understand. The unknown makes for a great theme ~
Also, that ladle is indeed a good luck charm. Think about it for a second and it might come to you, I don't wanna spoil it