Palm Stories

"ALL WE WANT TO DO IS HELP YOU!" "Well good thing it's a WANT and not an NEED" The reader is Black and OP. The reader is a female, sorry. Characters are either Aged up or Down, you'll know when you read. Reader is Bi-sexual. Cover by @ bre.lexis (A HXH FANFIC) I don't own any Art, Gif, or Characters in this story. SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS AND INCORRECT GRAMMAR.

In 1820, nineteen-year-old Henry DeWitt signs aboard a Nantucket whaleship with little to lose and less to come home to. The voyage promises years at sea, hard labor, and the faint hope of a share in oil profits that may never materialize. But when the battered ship drops anchor off the lush South American port of Atacames-a sun-bleached town of palm trees, sea breeze, and secrets-Henry steps onto the creaking dock and into a life he never expected. In Atacames, he finds more than rum and brief shore leave. He finds work, friendship among locals and sailors alike, and a quiet, clear-eyed young woman whose kindness cuts deeper than any harpoon. As the call of the whale ship clashes with the pull of this new home, Henry is forced to choose between the brutal certainties of the sea and the fragile promise of another future on land. *Atacames* is a historically tinted tale of salt and sun, of a drifting soul who discovers that sometimes the greatest voyage is the one that leads you into the unknown.

Marriage is on decline. There are various reasons for it, but separation and divorce isn't the only option.

Everyone understands the importance of trees in supplying life to the earth and all other living things. So why is it essential to extract them from their natural habitats?

Inside the dark room, where our souls first met. Me and him, alone. There our bodies spoke. There we kept our love hidden. When darkness covered the color of our skin, it revealed our darkest thoughts. There we shared hours, inside each other... Στο σκοτεινό δωμάτιο, εκεί που συναντήθηκαν οι ψυχές μας. Εγώ και αυτός, μόνοι μας. Εκεί που τα σώματα μας μιλούσαν. Εκεί που κρατούσαμε τον έρωτα κρυφό. Εκεί που το σκοτάδι κάλυπτε το χρώμα του δέρματος μας, άλλα αποκάλυπτε τις πιο σκοτεινές σκέψεις μας. Εκεί που μοιραστήκαμε ώρες, ο ένας μέσα στον άλλον....