“This is it, I think,” the first mate said. “This is our last candle. I looked all over the ship because I thought we had more in storage, but we must have used them already.”
“Well, if that’s the case, I don’t know that the crew can survive living in darkness and cold until we reach our destination without some sort of divine intervention.” the captain said. “I shall go and address the men and tell them to pray to our Lord, as it will take all of our prayers if we hope to escape death and survive our journey.”
“Prayers,” the first mate said, giving a sarcastic laugh. “Yeah, that will work.”
“What else can we do?” the captain asked. “What can I tell the crew that would be more helpful than prayers?”
“Be honest with them,” the first mate said. “Tell them all to bend over and kiss their asses goodbye.”
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, where the theme is “Escape.” Also for the Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner with the image above from Morguefile.com. And for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration where the theme is “prayer.” Oh, and for Fandango’s One-World Challenge (ship).