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Second Sun #20

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Before the harbour wall, six hundred warriors stood in Fists, rigid squares of forty nine soldiers, each square of seven men by seven headed by their commander. Twelve Fists, fifty raw warriors in each.
On the sea, twelve single masted sails slowly unfurled, lowering from the top spar like the stretching of a silver dragon's wings when it awakes. They were plain grey in colour, though at half-furl and in the red of sunset they appeared blood-sodden and scarred.
The wind rose, catching the half-sails and making the masts creak and the anchor ropes and chains groan.

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    Neville Hunt 3 months ago

    Ooh, I’m seeing it and feeling it! Blood-sodden and scarred reminded me of a recent visit to Maldonado in Essex where a fleet of Thames Barges live. A young lad was painting the sails, laid flat on the harbour hard, red, not so different from blood-red. He was painting them with fence paint! A lovely, classy little place to visit if ever you’re in that neck of the woods. ⛵️

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    Drew Martyn 3 months ago

    Fence paint?! But I bet they'll look very impressive when they're up.

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    Neville Hunt 3 months ago

    They certainly do. Most impressive. The harbour area has a fair few paint spots where maybe the lad got tired. It was my first visit and I thought the town was lovely and very well kempt.

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    Neville Hunt 3 months ago

    Looking back on my first comment, of course I didn’t mean Maldonado, but Maldon! Bloody autocorrect... and poor copy checknig!

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    Drew Martyn 3 months ago

    Haha I guessed that. Unless Maldon has been taken over by the Spanish and no one told us :)

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