Ficly

Icy Pride

“All aboard!”

Bowing, I grace the deck.

Chiffons of the rich blow in the breeze.

Denied that I exist, I race off to find my place.

Evening comes soon, a morbid buffet appears.

First the pigeon, then I lurch to the deck.

Green is my face, after the sick.

Hung over the rail, I toss up the squab.

“ICE!” I shout, “my meal has landed upon a berg!”

Jerking to action, I yell for the captain.

“Keep calm” A steward shushes.

“Lo, there’s ice in the sea!” I cry.

“Miss, mind the guests” he hushes.

“No” I wail, “I see a vicious berg!”

“Once again” I threaten him, “out of my way!"

Pushing him aside, I run my race.

“Quartermaster!” I yell, “the Captain!"

“Right there” he points, “five decks up”.

Surging forth, I sweat the climb.

Two clicks later, a loud bang!

Underneath, the hull screams.

Victory, I was right!

Who cares if I die, I didn’t lie!

Xenon bulbs start to flicker as lifeboats drop.

“Yes”, I tell everyone, “ME, thank ME!”

Zizzling steam flattens my pride as I dive alone, into an empty boat.

View this story's 4 comments.