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Morning comes fast, I awaken to his arms around me, pulled in close so I can feel his steady beating heart, his chest raises calm at his every breath, it's dark still and will be for another  hour, I lay snuggled against him but soon, my mind drifts to home, I think of my father as he tends to the horses, this time alone. My brothers left home a few months back, all married and/or travelling. I raise slowly careful not to wake him, he looks so peaceful and almost vulnerable, I wonder if he has ever let another person this close to his vulnerable body. 

After prying myself from him I head to the storage room looking for food, my stomach rumbles and it occurs to me that I didn't eat last night. After searching for 10 minutes or so I find a barrel of apples and take one, rubbing it's ruby skin against my chest, it shines as I take a bite.

"What are you doing wench!" I spin around to see an angry looking brute who I have yet to meet, he dressed in ragged clothing and an apron, it then occurred to me that this man must be the cook. He gritted his teeth slamming down a crate he was holding "I said, what are you doing!?"
I began to stutter "I.. I was just.. just looking for something to eat" I gesture to the apple "I'm sorry, I didn't know that it was a problem" he turned and walked away uttering obscenities to himself, I took this oppotunity to leave and head to the helm.
I chuckled holding the wheel pretending to steer, I began barking orders to the empty ship, imagining what being captain would be like "You there, boy!" I said to no one "bring me my rum!" I stand tall "or walk the plank!" Pulling out my sword swatting at air "Raise your sword or ye be marooned up on the first island we cross!" I smile unaware that he's watching...

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