Well’s Rest – Chapter Three

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From over rolling seas the Bitter End lay waste to the Red. The rear quarter of the ship was destroyed, a mess of splintered wood, even where the timbers were three feet thick. Water gushed in through a hole below the waterline. The ship was unsteady.
And caught in a deadly turn that was bringing it into full view of the enemy cannons. Sall scrambled low as a cannonball ripped through the air to his right. It smashed the mouth of a twelve-pounder and sent it spinning on its mount. The cannon wrenched free of its lashings and flew at him.

Things are kicking off now! Sall isn’t having a very good time at all, is he?

Here’s the link.

Check it out, read a couple words, tell your friends, tell your folks.


Don’t forget the Wattpad
Or the Fictionpress


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