Seasons And Reasons

iv.

And pirates are crafted to fight their reflections, with the use of shining swords, and powerful scythes, and shouts, and stance; but you differ of them all. You are the one Captain shouted at because you never train with us. Madness begins pirating his head and as our clan started our journey to The East, he never gave you a sword, or even a stick to fight for thyself. The day before the ship landed at the coast of Leondale, I secretly gave you a spare sword I had. Your eyes were blue and face seemed blank. I then thought you're solely sailing not the ocean itself but the ocean of mere oblivion. And if I knew that that was the last time I'll seize the depth in you, I should never leave you inclining at the edge of the ship's pole, watching the moon alone.

I jot down my name on the sword you've used
-unluckily, it's the same sword you've pierced to kill yourself.

—That Pirate and My Sword

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Author's note:

Hey. Last part of this chapter and opening a new one.