15 November 2019

a pirate’s prize


‘I fear that I am ordinary, just like everyone 
To lie here and die among the sorrows 
Drift among the days

‘For everything I ever said
And everything I’ve ever done is gone
And dead

‘As all things must surely have to end
And great loves will one day have to part’*

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Elan on the beach washes her shame in the ocean

She learned to loath herself by the man that she called father

she goes along the shore in search of moonstones

she walks up the way to the market where people sold and traded things like silk and pottery, dried herbs and root vegetables

Elan and her father traveled with a donkey because their horses were taken when the raid happened two years before

and so they walked everywhere and packed up the donkey and went by boat to travel and trade

He was thought to be a medicine man and his herbs promised cures

they would travel by season when weather allowed it and returned to familiar ports

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The first time the pirate with the vampire eyes looked at her with possession 

it was her first encounter of being valued





*”Muzzle” Billy Corgan https://youtu.be/bHR0MBF-AZc

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