Philosophical Exercises

 by Pierrick Simon (1 766 words) Willem van de Velde II (1633-1707) - Ships in a Storm “All-Divine have mercy! All-Divine have mercy!” frantically the two men prayed, swaying back and forth in their hiding spot. “ You two! Stop praying! It’s bad for morale!” yelled the Captain at the top of her lungs. No easy feat to be heard in the middle of the tempest rocking her ship. “ But… But… It’s a True Storm, Captain!” protested one praying crewmate. “ It’s not!” she snapped back “It’s a regular ass storm and we’re going to beat it.” The other praying crewmate , a foreigner who did not speak Sableonian very well, turned to his companion with eyes full of fright and screamed in his ear: “ Was ist ein ‘Ass Storm’ ?” The Captain groaned and plunged under the curtains of rain, leaving the two cowards behind. Looking out, she saw nothing but endless night, though naught but a few hours before the storm caught them in the middle of a sunny day. Suddenly, flashes of lightning within t...