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She came from the ocean,
this wild girl from the sea,
her hair flowing southwards,
she walked towards me.
A west to east smile,
with eyes steely grey,
like a storm in the distance,
rolling in from the bay.
We kissed with the sunrise,
made love when it set,
a promise by moonlight,
came dawn, my regret,
He left for the ocean,
this boy from the land,
his spirits soar northward,
his heart in her hands.
“When Margaret died, I summoned as much honor as a worthless blackguard ever could. I placed the infant in an orphanage, never to see her again. I thought the ruby might afford her some ease in life…but I never imagined she’d take those scribblings and make a life of her own.”
—Hector Barbossa, POTC: Dead Men Tell No Tales
Mon, 16 May 2022 09:38:04