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emerging from the haze at the southeast passage shes ferried in on a sea of flames black as ash from a life of suffering you can hear her pleas the sails fly the crossbones high and theres bullet holes where a flag should be and shes perfect to me... port side and starboard armored to the teeth armed with a mind of fire and a crew of blasphemy we dont need your guns theres no treasure for sale here aboard the rat king our voyage is off next stop:
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
lets leave this place she said to him and in that light how her eyes did swim they told those stories he had lived and breathed those distant places were all but memories whats worth forgetting? and when the day grew dark he drifted towards those dreams that life beyond the sea was drifting closer it seemed now her eyes were piercing and there were no mistakes he knew they had to get away leaving nothing in their wake lets forget this place you know the risk but thats what makes it right the sky's a blanket and the ocean is light whats worth forgetting she replied likewise she never noticed he had the same fire in his eyes they burned like the sea and it was meant to be they burned like the sea and it was meant to be.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026