Waves: Fantasy

The waves were choppy that morning as she pushed the boat off from the pier and settled down to row to the altar center, or what they thought was the altar center. Eventually, the buoy from the last successful sacrifice always disintegrated or floated away or fell apart, but that was part of the way it worked. Nobody would put extra buoys out unless they'd had a separate sacrifice, as if the altar might move around and they might end up sacrificing to nothing. She had a major request, this day, and so she'd gone to the trouble of buying a whole calf to take out on the waters. That was the rules. No fish, because there were fish enough, but something from the air if you had to or the land at best. She'd once heard tell of a thing called a camel, that lived only far out in the desert, and she figured that would be the best sacrifice of all--certainly nobody else would have offered up such a thing--but one had never come near her.


Inspiration: Picture of water, mountains, and clouds: http://www.flickr.com/photos/o_d_r_a_d_e_k/12175351336/
Story potential: Low.
Notes: Pretty picture, though!