Words founded in the rise of the tide and the fall of the moon.

Jul 13, 2006 12:48

Oh, such a sweet find I have run into. The details of my past grip with strong ties to the vast ocean. I was once her soldier and she was once my mistress. Did I fall here? Where, in this vast greatness of seasalt and barnacles, was my blood spilled?

I met a Captain to a beautiful ship. Jack Sparrow was his name, and the Black Pearl his sailing heart. I have plans to regain my status as the once feared Sea Witch, but in doing so I must recollect a fleet for my own. And which ship of lore should be to the head of my merciless advance but the Pearl herself.

Oh, Great Mistress. My Queen, my Love. I will make the good Captain Sparrow fall from his perch and keep the Pearl as my own.

No.

For us.

to the sea

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