I’m participating in Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers’ writing prompt. I’m certainly enjoying the challenge of putting together a 100 word story each week.
“What is it? It’s huge.”
“An anchor chain.”
They’d been beachcombing, trekking across the cove for hours. “From a shipwreck?” Pascal poked a coal-black iron ring.
“Aye, which means…” He pushed Pascal down behind a rock. “There might be survivors.”
They peered around the boulder to the shoreline where the white crested waves crashed relentlessly in formation. Rising up, towering high until he blocked out the sun, a giant; his clothes were torn and his hair knotted about his weary face. He staggered, before collapsing onto the sand.
“Not again,” Pascal muttered. “We’ve only just got rid of Gulliver.”
Jetsam – cargo deliberately thrown overboard to save a ship in trouble.