The captain knelt in front of the altar and raised his palms in surrender, for after two hundred fifty days of voyage, exhausting their store of canned food and no respite in sight, sea sickness consumed him and his men like conflagrating wild fire.
‘Sire, land ahoy!,’ cried the men, banging their fists against
the teak door of his room.
The captain opened his eyes to see the top of a light house glowing
incandescent against the dark sky, its light as soothing as liquid moonshine.
~Written in response to Sonya's Three Line Tales Prompt at https://only100words.xyz/2021/01/21/three-line-tales-260/ - Three Line Tales 260
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