Prompts = Ocean, Gather, Wing
Bosun Marty perched in his customary spot atop the rigging, eyes taking in the conditions. Captain Tom kept one eye on Marty while the other sufficed for all the other needs.
Marty, brilliant white in the direct sun, took wing, soaring on the currents, looking for fish. He’d squawk when he found a large school.
Others began to gather, sensing Marty closing in on a prize; somehow, in the middle of the ocean, they knew when a catch was near.
Nets were cast and hauled; seagulls cried in delight and in hunger. Bosun Marty took his from Captain Tom’s hand.
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