Little Riley Nightingale

Little Riley Nightingale

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The Pirates dawn is approaching and the armada set their best men up front to finally end their existence. Because pirates are nothing more the thieves liars and pathological maniacs on the hunt for invisible treasure and infinite youth. But the first step to destroying their very essence is destroying their mother, their home and their love The Black Pearl. A ship with more secrets than answers, for it is dark as the night but large as the skys a beauty that cannot be missed and whats more is that it is alive. And connected eternally to it's prisoner who escaped it's sails to long ago, but the prisoner lives and waits. Waits for a partner a lover of fate the one destined to hoist up her sails and destroy the Armada in the tides of the Pearl but hey that is a story we can begin today........................................
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I was still naive then, I had no idea how that childhood love for each other would grow into something so strong, something...that...burns and aches. As if you're being pulled under by the waves and the depths press against your chest, pushing out the air from your lungs. It's like drowning and the more you fall in love the more you're pained by the thought of losing him; and so the sea pulls you deeper and deeper into the blackest depths. It hurts the farther and farther you're pulled into the water, but the same thing that may be killing you is also the same thing keeping you alive- so you let it drag you under. It's not what Mother described love to be- it's not what anybody described love to be-it's not a pleasant feeling that fills your belly with butterflies. No, it's the weight of the sea crushing against your lungs and tossing you back and forth beneath it's waves. It's the calm before the storm and the storm in itself. And it hurts, but you let it hurt you. Because without it you know you wouldn't be the same, and you know that for the pain of love to cease, would mean the love itself would cease. And you can't live without this love. The mere thought seems impossible. So you welcome the hurt, you embrace it and it's not until he is safe again does the pain subside. But the moment he is away from home, the waves pull you under again and you struggle for air. That is what love feels like.

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