FFM Day 7: Terminus“But cap’n, ye got mo’ riches than Calico an’ mo’ ships than Roberts. Ye said yourself the other day you were retired now!”FFM Day 7: Terminus16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“True to that, mister Fledge,” Dawyer replied to his first mate. “But this voyage is not one of plunder and profit: it is one of personal gain.”
“Wha’ do ya mean, sir?” The captain took out an old compass from his coat pocket and held it in front of Fledge.
“Do you wish to know the secret of my success, mister Fledge?” Fledge nodded. “This is no ordinary compass, my boy. This has passed down through my family for generations. And according to what my father told me, this compass houses the spirit of a great seafarer from time long forgotten. It can point north like any old compass, but if you wish it, it can point you towards riches. It can even help avoid any…naval complications.”
“So then, wha
A WagerSome of the older boys at the academy had set up a dice game to make money off the younger boys, but none of them expected to lose what David did.A Wager3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Gambling, of course, was forbidden on the grounds of St. Edward's Academy, but David never let something like the school rules get in the way of his fun. He was always the student who had contraband- loose cigarettes, a switchblade- but his family was too well-connected. The headmaster never gave him more than a scolding, if that, and the teachers largely ignored David's acts.
All but the Captain.
The Captain was Professor McLeod, but everyone knew him as the Captain. His official record with the navy was sealed, even decades after his retirement, but rumors swirled. He never looked the other way for David, no matter how the boy threatened to call in one of his uncles. The Captain showed no concern, yet only grinned when one of the other teachers let David off the hook.
On a rainy afternoon, David had set up a gambling parlor of sorts, with