Dolce far niente! was all she yearned for those pre-dawn hours were her eyes spent staring at the opened Cypress ship's window, fascinated by her favorite constellation~home of Aldebaran star.
Weeks of February when the pirate ship's continues thumping sound has been the companion of the crew nights after nights the lonesome ship has suddenly come to halt and anchored in a narrow waterway of Port Royal.
The light of the world is half-faded as she closed the door of her sullen cabin, kindled her dirty white candle, then she grabbed her time worn journal pad.
As she always did, start to write all the voyage, the harshness of weather and the bustled of life.
Realization of those dreadful dreams on a lonesome note was a mystery.
She didn't like to share it with some lassies, nor did she talked about it after writing.
It was like saying yes when she's in distress.
She gets more mad!
The deafening silence of her sullen cabin reverberated through her heartbeats.
Alone, she can eat all the cheddar cheese that was wrapped in a cheesecloth that immediately boosts her senses.
"let me be forlorn, too tired to know someone's whereabouts when they were having fun go with some sunbeamy matey, when I'm a plain desert lily, this thought kept resounding in her head."
After hours of the night, her eyes start to drift shut.
It was some days of the month when she despised the cramping pain in her lower abdomen that lasts for twenty hours usually ceased her sleeping at night.
Yes, she try the left and right sleeping in the fetal position, but dawn had come and the pain never subsided, leaving her linen duvets crumpled.
She shivered out of discomfort after dawn and because of the presence of steadily cold air half an hour after sunlight touched her face.
Cursed the day ahead as pirate ship's crew!
Doomed by the treachery of life, she had enough of feverish emotions and sea sickness.
After throwing her clothing and washed her face to remove the dreadful signs of puffiness under her eyes, she's ready to face the day in her linen tucked shirt and her leather pirate booths with an insincere smile unperceived by those onlookers.
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Lonesome ship's cabin
Poesía*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
