A ship without a rudder
‘Well? How do you explain that?’
The boy shrugged.
‘You’re like a ship without a rudder, Danny; you just go wherever the tide and wind take you! Or in your case, Kevin and Jamie. They’re pirates in training. On the fast track to a life of crime on the high seas. And you, you’re on track to become cannon fodder.’
‘I’m not a rudderless ship?’
‘Ships are sunk by cannons and rudderless ones are sitting targets. They spend eternity on the ocean floor. Do you understand what I’m saying?’
‘Yeah, whatever.’
‘Start using a rudder, Danny. Before it’s too late.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words
The boy shrugged.
‘You’re like a ship without a rudder, Danny; you just go wherever the tide and wind take you! Or in your case, Kevin and Jamie. They’re pirates in training. On the fast track to a life of crime on the high seas. And you, you’re on track to become cannon fodder.’
‘I’m not a rudderless ship?’
‘Ships are sunk by cannons and rudderless ones are sitting targets. They spend eternity on the ocean floor. Do you understand what I’m saying?’
‘Yeah, whatever.’
‘Start using a rudder, Danny. Before it’s too late.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words
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