belated six sentence Sunday
Aug. 29th, 2022 05:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kindkitIt's not Sunday anymore, but on the other hand, for once this excerpt is exactly six sentences!
Our Flag Means Death, Buttons POV, under the cut.
He fetches his tools, always kept at the top of his kit in the bag he sewed himself of sealskin and sinew. Then he goes down into the lowest bilges, as close to the living sea as he can get. The Revenge is a new ship, her bilges almost clean still, and the lantern burns brightly instead of guttering in foul air.
Mostly, what Nathaniel does is a matter of strength, like any other work. Some men lift and carry easily, some climb, some run, and some do a bit of witchcraft. But there are matters too heavy for his strength alone, and then, like any workman, he has his tools.
Our Flag Means Death, Buttons POV, under the cut.
He fetches his tools, always kept at the top of his kit in the bag he sewed himself of sealskin and sinew. Then he goes down into the lowest bilges, as close to the living sea as he can get. The Revenge is a new ship, her bilges almost clean still, and the lantern burns brightly instead of guttering in foul air.
Mostly, what Nathaniel does is a matter of strength, like any other work. Some men lift and carry easily, some climb, some run, and some do a bit of witchcraft. But there are matters too heavy for his strength alone, and then, like any workman, he has his tools.
