• Piece-of-Eight

    Pieces of Eight

    July 25, 2011 by Piece-of-Eight

    Chapter One

    The last time the weather was this bad, the oldest creatures said they were still sprightly and agile, their muscles young and strong. Wind howled in the crevices and cracks in the cliffs, blowing stinging snow and hail into the driest caves and shelters. Our shelter was no exception; normally safe from the wind and rain, now the elements unleashed their rage even in there. We were a sorry picture indeed; both old and young huddled in corners, desperately trying to keep warm with the few rags we had. A few of us were trying to light a fire, or trying to erect some sort of barrier in the mouth of the cave. I was in the former category. Richard and I were trying to cover the fire from the wind, while Cubert was doing the actual li…

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