lonesome nope*

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"Most of the lassies thought that night was  sereneness, well it was not for her."

Blimey!

October nights astound the pirate girl with salty tears as vast as the ocean.

She’s now holding her knees, waiting for the horizon to create a strong orange cast above the deck of her cabin.

Hot tears were still streaming from her left eye.

“Just a lonesome nightmare. She keeps on nagging her thoughts.”

“Just a lonesome longing.”

“Just a lonesome dread.” ‘til it resonates the entire sullen cabin~her lounge.

She’s coming to terms with the fact that night will wash her lassies away.

That no one ever noticed how those salty wetness dried-up on their own.

Reminiscing about one particular evening when she had to catch up on something.

How she’s gushing against the waves with only faint moonlight above her, when she had forgotten her semi-steel and made of oak treasure chest to the neighboring island.

The sailors were snorting their nose out at the “Splice the Mainbrace,” what a fiddlestick event!

“I can’t lose it. I had to go back, she told herself.”

She shivered when the frosty night and wind yanked her tucked shirt off.

When she arrived at the island’s location, she quickly grabbed the sand and began digging repeatedly until her nails were stinging and loaded with sand. Seemingly her head began to twinged, as did her heart.

She grabbed her treasure chest, which contained her entire tiresome thing *golden medallion. This represents her hope that the future will be kind to her.

Every member of the crew possessed a medallion acquired after years of lonesome cruised, halyard, and seasickness once a storm hit the ship’s railing, and learning to sing sea shanties during the busiest days onboard, or at night when the gentle swerves and rocking of the ship against high tides lulled the entire crew to sleep, as did the pirate girl.

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