27 October 2012
Imagine...
'twas a stormy night...
The decks creaked.
The sails groaned.
The drunken crew, sung merry songs.
Flasks of ale chinked and clunked.
The sea breeze whistled.
The icy sea sang.
Oil lanterns cast fiery shadows on the wet wood.
A crash of thunder.
A flash of lightning.
And then...
A rope swung down.
A thud of feet... on the top deck.
The visitor goes unnoticed.
Slipping past the crew, he enters the dragons lair.
A small man with golden teeth, snores.
Sleeping in a hammock of fine stolen silk.
The visitor slips the painting off the hook.
Glancing at the sleeping captain.
He slips the thin canvas out the gold heavy case.
He walks to the door and chuckles. "Why, you make this to easy..."
Then he slips away into the night.
'twas a stormy night... • Opuss № I