Sunset's dying embers danced purple and gold across gentle waves as Jack and Rose leaned against the steamer railing watching their past disappear over the horizon. With the green-gray phantom mists receding at last, a new dawn broke across their intertwined hearts freeing dreams and hopes too long enshrouded.
Jack slid his worn cap over wind-tousled curls gazing thoughtful toward constellations emerging familiar as old friends from the gloaming. "Reckon this sweet wide world still holds some kindly pockets for a pair of sea-worn rapscallions like us..." His wistful tone held no hint of doubt, only promise awaiting confirmation where the sea met sky.
Rose nestled closer letting briny breezes sweep clean the residual nightmare cobwebs haunting their waking souls too accustomed to mourning's chill armor. But revelation's cleansing fire tempered mortal steel into instruments receptive again to hearth songs and angel whispers nearly drowned by storm cacophony before. "The warm heart always conjures home, Jack love. Ours still beat a lively compass course onward."
No lingering shadows pursued from cold abyssal tomb or nameless stars. Ancient ghosts answered proper burial rights released to wander no more except by joyful choice blessing future safe sojourns. Perhaps now descendants need not cower nor weep before indifferent tidalgodsorcrncpowerfulAyicebergs puncturing even grandest ambitious designs. Rightful humility secured compassion sword and shield henceforth guarding innocent pleasure against cloven tragedy repeating endless,( violent demonstration cosmic checkmate punishing runaway mortal pride outside boundaries permitted...
Rose suddenly laughed bright stirring windchimes in Jack's breast. "Do you recall, dearest, that dingy Parisian boarding house we first cobbled temporary refuge?" Her eyes danced emerald with nostalgia still nurturing marrow and vine between both transients then clawing desperate against cruel riptides toward liberty's crown..... "Or the kind preacher recognizing our troth truer than gilded chains dragging hellbound before we won free toward the Westernskyline..."
Jack pulled her close then spun them gleeful as children escaped at last all gravity and convention. "Ay love! We were babes then wagering every coin on long odds just to wake another morn wearing our skin free our own by sacred boxer's fists and exiled poet souls!" His words conjured crackling logfires in tiny attic hearths smelling rosemary and hope mingling equal over their joined sighs believing patented fantasy shone through dingy windowpanes cheerful as Versailles glitter....
"The world's our untamed playground once more, Rose mine. And we the wild lord and lady astride all horizons Fate etches jewel colorful!" Jack's bearing again manifested careless prince consort beside future queen flaming unbound by frail tethers once linking identities to stern cold realities like leaden winter seals on proud river barges. Now only romance and feathers aloft tumbled joyous chasing sunsets merging into their joined outlines.
Rose stroked his wind-burned cheek gently as any proper lady minstrel stranded by glorious happenstance with handsome carefree rogue ignorant conformist walls or clocks. "I'll rhyme your colors everywhere vivid as Egyptian queen's lost barge, love..." Herlinalgic incantations indeed wove them royal tapestries shielding naked hearts against all storms.
Ghostlight of past struggles and Chaotic triumph dissolved swift to glowing embers warming present veins and sinew now consecrated personal monuments Rose's raven hair and Jack's pierce stare built eternal against despairing waves. No flinty eyes behind curtains or sharks between waves intruded on rekindled hearth fire leaping inside labyrinthine chambers once ruled by wailing banshees no exorcist ritual calmed before dawn...
"To Pearia then and flaming dragons!" Jack proclaimed giddy. "Where emerald highways welcome happy trespassers and sapphire stars spoon feed the bold!" His sweeping gesture took in stunningetartmpingprisms wrapping sensible horizons into carousel realms they alone now inhereted by sacred outrageous awakening fire commoners to throne room appointmentwith doors sprung wide again...
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Titanic: Voyage Of The Damned
HorrorIn the spring of 1912, the luxurious RMS Titanic embarks on its maiden voyage, hailed as the unsinkable ship. Among the passengers are Eleanor, a skeptical spiritualist, and Daniel, a young journalist eager for a scoop. As they board the ship, an ee...
