The Mariner’s Broken Chains


Once the mariner was bound in chains – of duty, of expectation, of law, of iron – but she cast them aside, seizing her ship and making for the open seas. Above the crash of the surf, skimming through white spray and deep blue waves, the mariner pressed on.

She heard the cries of the gulls, free upon the wind, and laughed, sailing on into the unknown, towards the rising sun.

This is for ThreeLineTales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Lalo for providing the prompt photo!

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