Creative Writing Assignment 4
Washed up, spat from the oceans tide
On the dry beach he did writhe
Was man who would rule the seven seas
He would be known simply as Guy
His memory had blanks mixed with blurs
His vision was just as well
He felt like he could take on the whole world
Only if he could sit for a spell
He barely reached the side of a tree
When a sprit blocked his path
Opening his mouth, Guy managed to say
“Step aside or you will have my wrath”
The ghost let out an eerie laugh
Chills shot up and down Guys spine
“Why would I leave now,” the specter whispered
“When you have something that is mine?”
I do not have any treasure,
And my bottle has gone dry
I do not understand, not in the least
Come now spook, you must tell me why
“I will wager, a wish for a soul”
“If you can fool me, you win”
“If you cannot, I will feast on your soul”
“Try your best to outwit this djinn”
Guys mind was reeling, cogs span quick
“I will take your bet,” Guy cried
A riddle that was passed down for ages
You have until the sunlight dies
Then Guy spoke as fast as he could
His words; complex and unknown
It sounded as if he were speaking tongues
The rapid speech blown to a cyclone
The demon shuttered, then it shook
Scrunched its face, then scrunched some more
It realized that no matter how scrunched
It was truly fooled for sure
“You jest, you cheat” the spirit howled
“That wasn’t a test of wit”
“You just made an endless babble of noise”
“you just sound like you were a git”
Tilting his head and laughing out-loud
Guy with a victorious smirk
Did lock a razor gaze that pierced the shade
Roles changed, ghost to fish, Guy to shark
“THIS CANNOT BE; IMMPOSABLE!”
The devil choked from its throat
“There must be no answer to your puzzle!”
Guy danced a small, quick jig to gloat
“Your chance is up, the sun has set”
Guy then made a rude gesture
“I wish for ship made from a demon”
“To sail oceans at my leisure “
All was still a moment or two
But with a sputter, a shake
The specter burst, pieces swirled overhead
The island then started to quake
Streams of darkness from the dark soul
Fly above, and all around
Torrents of black, bespectacled with shadow
Pelted far, far deep underground
The sands shifted, stretched, and changed
Billowing into an ark
A monstrous ship rose from its slumber
Its color, like shade in the dark
Guy hoisted himself on board
He landed without a sound
The whole ship felt like it was made from cloud
And that it had power without bounds
Guy whistled low in a hushed awe
He wondered, was he asleep?
But he walked up to the deck all the same
Making no sound on planks beneath
Guy gripped the smooth pegs on the wheel
The ship instantly obeyed
He aimed the bow to the open waters
Forward, his story underway
