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08-08-2006, 07:57 AM
It was just before dawn, and the Black Pearl was docked in Tortuga. It was unusually quiet out, and the only sounds were the creaking of the boats and the gentle splashing of the waves. The smells, though, were completely not gentle, what of vomit and blood.
Lovely, isn't it?
On the ship, a girl sat on the railing, handcuffed to it. Mostly because, well... She'd snuck on. And now she was in deep, deep trouble. Her hair was black, her eyes green, her skin pale, and her clothing cloth breeches and her shirt a sleeved vest with a high collar. It wasn't easy to tell she was a girl, except for the fact she'd forgotten to put on her hat.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...
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