"The previous two days have been hot and humid, but I ignored them all since I spent a lot of time bargaining with individuals for sterlings, without realizing that I never got to know what was the color of your eyes."
During certain nights when the cruises of lonesome ship were excruciating peaceful.
The skies looked sullen after the bad weather, yet the dim light of a frosted glass candle was still flickering.
As one of the ship's crew, she was early to retard at night because of the numbness of her limbs.She spent the day meddling with crowds as the ship unloaded the goods and docked at Indian coast to bargain.
The events of the day were captured in her half-conscious thoughts when she saw those bargainers trying to exchange their goods for sterlings.
Several tents and tables sat on the muddy ground.
Groups of bargainers and pirates are dressed in tarnished half-open shirts, while Indian women wear colored woven sarees.
On her right side, there are a number of Indian men.Three gold upper teeth were present in one of them.They were occupied with polishing daggers, cleaning their jars, and the color-soaked pottery filled with wine.Indian children were having fun in the vicinity of the bargain area.
The sight of jewels overwhelmed the pirate girl.
“She quietly told herself that the antique ring with a solid purple stone in the middle of the jewelries might rid her night cursed.”
A sudden swerve of the ship brought her back to a place, the ship's sullen cabin, where she spent most of her time~alone.
Brass compass, teared map and Cypresses around her were the onlookers of her anguish.
"Enough of those thoughts, she told herself."
The numbness of her head caused her to lie her back down the hammock, when she closed her eyes and passes between stages of wakefulness and sleep, there it goes.
A ghost with deep socket eyes hovering all over her chest, her brain failed to process everything.
She failed to do the most important function of the body -to breathe! She's falling to some place that scared the hell out of her.
Fighting... she keeps on fighting, yet it's no use. Darkness keeps on pulling her to a certain place somewhere faraway, to the desert that howling of sand and wind was too much to hear.
She began to sob that may awake other crew to make some noise that will be the chance to move her damned body.
But then she remembered that she was an echo chamber lass, barely making some fellas ashore or onboard.
She was too busy cleaning decks to get along with them, as like she was busy even tired to wait, and just failed to glanced at the eyes of the lad she had met ashore.
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Lonesome ship's cabin
Poetry*collections of spare nightmares and escapism *sort of my dreamland, all of us is not perfect when it comes to writing literary pieces, so do I. *time travel inspired stories
