Home, Sweet Home

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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky. She awaits my arrival almost as much as I am desperate to be held once more in her dangerously beautiful embrace. My ship remains the only mortal contraption tethering me to this world, and when she is captured by the deep and stormy sea I call home, I will return with her to the depths of the ocean. I have spent an eternity trapped on the human realm of land, and soon I shall once again be joyfully embraced by the harsh cold of the tumultuous ocean. She becomes increasingly vociferous the longer I am held from her, and I am becoming weaker each day. I must escape soon, for she senses my demise just as she will soon sense my presence upon her sandy banks once again.

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