The bad hair day

Some days back, a crew of sailors surrounded by the angry waves of mighty ocean with a broken mast and a wounded deck watching sharks on feeding frenzy feasting on the flesh of fallen crewmen with terror in their eyes. The time and location were out of sync and supplies were exhausting along with the answering courage of the crew, still finding a way out to hold back their soul on that doomsday.

The crew had given up but not the captain. He couldn’t give up, his mind still wanted to save the dear life of his ship and its sailors but all his strength and courage were succumbed under the weight of his responsibilities. He summoned all his will and, “ sailors!”, he cried.

“There is nothing to worry about, this is just another trial being taken by the almighty, nothing can harm us if he wants. Always remember, a coward dies many times before a painful death but a brave dies once and that too with pride. I can understand the situation of ourselves but remember this, you will not lose until you give up.”

“Who wants to die, none but everyone dies. Death is inevitable although one can survive.”

“ then what should we do now.”

“Take out all the ropes and harpoons we have left, we will reach these marine worms a lesson.”

He told his crew what to do next. “it will take us all to wipe our these malicious persistent bastards who killed our brothers”

All the sailors with a new hope and burning anger started to play with the ropes, some of the sailors were tied to the deck and some of them were tied to the remaining part of broken masts with another rope tied around their waist whose other end was used to secure the sailors who wielded harpoon.

When this was all set then with a loud battle cry the arrowheads glided through the air on that rainy night and penetrated their target like cats hunting its prey. These chain of events lead the sharks to bleed and their blood infuriated them and there cannibalistic nature showed their colour, they started attacking each other and soon none of them was in sight, a few that escaped must have been hunted by their bigger species. The crew cried with joy but soon the fear of storm in the middle of a vast ocean grabbed their throat again. Their misery had not came to an end yet. Captain saw an island in a split second under the brightness of thunder with the aid of his telescope and cried, “sailors get ready to be anchored.”

It was almost impossible to get near the rocky island with a large wrecked vessel under such weather condition but when the sky cleared with the arrival of the dusk, captain found a perfect place for the vessel. After the ship got anchored in a place the crew cried with joy on their victory over their fate. The experience of the past nightmare was still flowing in their veins.

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