The Breegull Boat Part 2: The non-garbage barge.
Over the weeks she was there, nothing was more rare and uncommon than a ship that didn't ask for the dock workers to help clean out the thing. Whatever from hold to hull, they always wanted something done by someone that wasn't on their ship. So few...
The Breegull Boat Part 1: Slimy, sticky, shiny.
She'd been there so long she started to run out of obvious terms to describe it. Not that she minded the challenge, though she took it as a clue that she'd been stuck there a little too long. Once you go from 'taped scrap' to 'bolted plates' it's easy...
The Breegull Boat Part 4: Never squat when tired.
A most unusual event happened that morning. Or whatever time it was. The engine quieted, shouting happened, and a heavy yank indicated an anchor had found a home. An event that nudged her off of the sheet she used as bed, enough so that she could wake...
The Breegull Boat Part 3: Not familiar, is it?
Her awakening was rude and rough. Her fingertips gripped carefully at the metal rim to pull herself across, before she let out a quiet yawn. The blur of vision slowly cleared up as she realized she was far at sea. Even here, she could feel waves trying...