Sea Tales from Old Pete
I’d never seen the like in all my hundred-and-fourty-two years at sea. That’s 51 land years I believe, and only bits and pieces of that time spent on the great shores and ports of our world.
It was 1921, and it was just off the candied reefs of Coronado, just beyond the pillars of Sophacles. There she was, the shipwreck of St. Elmo, one of the Sumerians’ finest sandcutters. It was a beautiful site to be seen, and a sight for sore eyes for sure. The tales tell of the great Sumerian captain Fehr Abba Schubellah Shammalamma, who for years fought off the Pelloponesian Pirates of Penzance with a keen sense of nautical warfare, and his shell-wrought sword of Amman, the legendary sea-blade he used to slay the evil Merqueen.
The ship was a reminder to all the seafarers that the reefs weren’t no playground. Many who didn’t heed the warning were crying their songs in Poseidon’s Tea Room.
Old Spitty McDaniels, the pitch mate, was in awe. He’d never seen the wreck before, and spent the whole afternoon stirring wharf tar on the spit deck gawking at the ancient warboat. Not to be outdone, the ship’s artist, Goggy O’Dale sketched himself a charcoal bark etching to remember her by.
If’n you’re ever near the wreck, be sure to use a steering bridle on your craft, as you don’t want to be swaying too close to the reef.
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