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Vanora Week 5
Vanora Week 5
Vanora Week 5
OLD FERGAL
milk, and brown butter. This would sustain him for a few
upon himself to bring lunch for the two as was their custom.
with silvery hair and covered in a dark red shawl opened and
sea with him for he was not feeling well. Old Fergal bid
Calvagh later. Fergal headed for the harbor, where his small
care for him. Old Fergal took his time untying the small
Fergal looked around to scout the sea. It was calm and the
The ebb was ideal, and Old Fergal began rowing out of
the harbor and out to the bay with Gadah along to help him
with the nets. He felt the cold water slapping his hands as he
with the waves and out of the tight, rocky harbor. Old Fergal
tightened the sail and the wind began to come over the side
and the boat began to move forward, crossing the bay and
out to sea. Old Fergal knew exactly the spot, a small cove a
mile or two out of the bay around the island and between
rocks that closed the place off from high winds and crashing
The sun at last had broken out and the day was
The wind grew stronger, and now the little Púcán was
other, but neither could hear the other for by now the wind
water spout head on. It was dark inside, and their little Púcan
with heavy thuds. It was a wild and bumpy water ride. Old
tattered and their bodies were wet and chilled to the bone.
The little Púcán’s sails were shredded, and without them the
boat was just going down along with the soft, gentle waves
that rocked it, sending it toward the big rocks in the middle of
with raven black hair sitting on a very large rock and singing
under a spell.
The woman waved her hands towards the water, and the
little boat sailed closer and closer toward the rocks. Old
Fergal didn’t have to bother to try to slow the boat, for there
was no sail to let out. It was the power emanating from her
“The fsea fsank my boat and I wafs left to live. Will you,
Old Fergal felt pity. “Yes, dear lady, but as you can see
Gadah. “Your old man decided to fstay. Off we fsail!” She let
out a cackle.
row us back to land,” said Gadah, who stood with his arms
open, showing the woman that the sails were mere tattered
softened young skin, her face turned ashen and wrinkly. The
glare, and her hair became a mess of long, matted, dull salt-
twisted, dead tree branches and her nails curled like snakes.
“Old Fergal, hear me now! You will now pay for what
She stood on the Púcán with spread out arms and began
to chant:
“Liafs eerf Ecinro
Ornice is free”
The winds changed and the sky turned black and stormy.