THE WORRIER AND THE SEA DRAGON, Sonya Hamman [red scrolls of magic .TXT] 📗
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- Author: Sonya Hamman
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This is the story of a hero from a time when the earth was flat. Our hero’s name is Benjamin Roy Davis. All the young women called him Benny the beautiful, All the men to called him this… but in fun. He was the most handsome of men that women had ever seen. His long wavy chestnut hair, tied back by a thin strip of brown leather. His sky blue eyes were to die for. He had the cutest button nose you could imagine. He had the most wonderfully square jaw, with a beautiful strait chin, and his mouth was in an eternal pout. To top it all off most perfect muscled body, cased in white wool tunic, and brown linen trousers.
He was sailing aboard a dark wooden ship. “her name be the enchantress!”
yelled the captain, a short, stout man of about 55 or 56, who seemed to love his ship more than the wife he had left back at port. He was a finely dressed man in died black trousers and a red silk tunic with black rope design on the sleeves and coaler.
He met the captain, who introduced himself as “Captain James Tiller”
as he was going to book his passage from China to his home in England. He was on his way back from China with the most perfect engagement ring, for the most beautiful girl back home, “her name is Jenna. She has long raven black hair, and eye’s as dark brown as the Earth.”
He now did not have the money for the return trip, so he arranged to go on as a sailor because he had some sailing experiences.
There was a lot of whispers of a beast they called “Ivan the terrible”
The men were saying “no one knows where the story originated.”
“They say there are no survivors.”
“No, there was one.”
“aye, but didn’t he kill himself.”
“I believe he swung on a noose he put up on a beam in his own barn.”
“aye, that’s what I heard, he couldn’t take havin’ to remember the attack of old Ivan and the beast coming to get him and finishing the job.”
The whispers began to die down as he pasted the group. Ben was totally baffled by what the men where saying all around him. He seen something in the water that looked rather scaly and blue, with a long body. He was shocked that story he had just head might actually be true. He was worried now. He ran to his sleep station to get the sword and shield he had among his belongings. He strapped the sword to his belt and the shield to his back. He went back to his post where he went to work hosting the mast, all the while keeping an eye on the water.
The rest of the day was uneventful. But sometime during the night he was awoken by a hash scram that sent him bolting up right and running to the main deck, were there was a great big, red eyed, blue scald, sharp teethed dragon starring him in the face.
He drew his sword, pulled it back to strike the beast but he missed by a quarter of an inch from the beasts head. He swung again and this time he hit the dragon on the nose. It was the strangest thing the monster did not bleed red but the color of the sea. The mighty dragon snapped its huge jaws at Ben but lucky for him it missed. It snapped missing Ben again but it grabbed the mast in its big jaws and snapped it in two. While the dragon was occupied with the mast, Ben had a clear shot at the bleu sea dragon. Ben took his sword and thrust it into Ivan’s throat and the blue blood went every were. To his amazement the dragon still moved. It lifted its head high, blood drip, dripping down the beasts long neck. Ben thrust his sword again and hit the monster in the center of its scaly body. He stabbed Ivan again and again until Ivan gave a giant growl of pain. The beast fell to the deck with a loud thump. Ben stared to turn when he heard the dragon began to stir. He walked to the head of Ivan and slowly pulled his sword over his head. With one quick move it was down and in the neck of the beast; a few more strikes and the head was off. The dragon, Ivan the terrible was no more.
From behind barrels and in the life boats, the men crept out of there hiding places to cheer and honor Benjamin Roy Davis. The of Ben’s journey home was uneventful and rather dull. On his arrival home he went to the home of his soon to be fiancée and had dinner with Jenna’s family and then shortly after purposed and she said yes.
Publication Date: 01-02-2011
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