Aug 22, 2017
@scourge-of-the-eighth-sea
I’m washed ashore
my ship’s wreck’d my ribs cracked boards spilling saltwater blood and luxuries
I want the sea to keep them
keep my spice and cannons, keep them curled in her waves and all my dead men
hers to crush in her depths
I am washed ashore
torn asunder by blunderbuss ransacked and waylaid undead with tales to tell and bottles to fill with messages of desperate hope
and a conch to whisper secrets into
the way the sea does her millions that echo onward a record of her voice
she and I in this the same
deadly and alone dying and furious soothing and tyrannical
still different by vast amounts
she so keeps me tethered here where she carried me
and keeps me in the palms of her hidden island