Ale And Tale ملاحظة قصصية · الجزء 2 من 5

Mother once told me the ol' captain always has a story to tell... for a price.

Last night, I shuffled along the shore, dead tired from work. As I strolled by the water, I caught a scent in the breeze — and when I looked up, I found myself right beside the Ol' Salt's doors.

I remembered my mother's words, and drawn in by the tavern's promise of ale and a good time, I stepped inside. The old mariner was polishing a glass as I walked in. I told him I was out of coins, but I tossed him a pearl from Orville. He prepared a beer and a tale right away.

In a hushed voice, he reminisced about the week he'd spent inside the maw of a beached sea dragon while stranded far away, his voice rough as the water outside the window. He said he hid between its pearly teeth and slept under its tongue, making a pyre atop its skull to signal rescuers.

Then, he abruptly stopped. I asked him how the story ended, and he quietly held out his hand for another payment. I'll return soon to hear the rest!