The ship rocks and Cradles my head, creating a beat beat down the old logs in the cold alley.
I look up at the whispy clouds, holding my hands with the sea.
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I huddle for air.
"Henry! Please! Please!" I giggle frighteningly.
He grabs my hand easily and rakes me up the side the mountainous wood.
"There you are captain."
"I'm not captain, I am simply a rotting apple in the world of eclipses."
He turns to me longingly.
"Women on my ship."
"My???!"
"I fucked up." He giggles, smiling at me.
