It wasn’t a massive boat. But neither was it small. A trimaran… claimed safe in all waters. And by the looks of the clouds that now amassed on the horizon, that claim was about to be tested.
Me, wimp, wanted to turn around, to put into shore, to wait out the approaching storm. But the rest of the party said no, we’d go on.
The wind whipped up. We furled the sails. I was glad of the lifejacket as the sea turned heavy and tossed around us.
“And up there,” said our local guide, his sun-dried head nodded towards the storm-clouds, “is our famous Tasmanian Devil. Rageowrapper.”
107 words written for What Pegman Saw: Tasmania, Australia.
Rageowrapper is a Tasmanian devil of many guises. He might appear as a towering black man, or as the darkness that arrives on a strong wind; but he’s also a malevolent spirit that takes possession of the sick and dying.