Mutinous
Flash Fiction in 100 words (or fewer)
Inspired by a prompt from
this short and salty sea tale popped out.Prompt: Tattoo
Mutiny
Deck planking creaked like polished leather as they closed in. Foul-breathed drunks who’d slit a man’s throat for a tot of rum. He saw madness in their eyes, morals loosened by the deprivations of weeks at sea. Rough men with basic needs who roared when the bosun bent him over the capstan, who murmured as the flannel shirt is ripped from his body. They clamour, desperate for their turn. They all want to believe the tales, to stare at the cabin boy with a treasure map tattooed on his back.
(90 words)