29 October 2015

nary a tank

Now up from the depths of the deepness arose a great mighty creature in some deathly throes. It thrashed and it walloped and beat at the boat that upon the heaving waves did try to float. With heaving and straining the men finally could wrestle the big fish up out of the sea and it did then lie there its own life-force spent its pierced bellies bleeding its scaly hide rent. Then off for another the brave men they dove while currents and hunger their wanderings drove in search of their quarry they surfaced and sank with just mask and snorkel and nary a tank.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

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