_-Captain BRM-_
Post Tenebras Lux.
- Feb 1, 2021
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I wrote something at an ungodly hour this morning and I haven't proof read so HAVE FUN
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She was in the galley, sitting on a brown beaten countertop, breathing the rich smell of tobacco.
A short pipe twisted in deft, dirt stained fingers, and she smoked on account of nostalgia. The good memories erased all current stress.
She did not want to be here.
Trapped in a boat on the sea.
The ship did not creak or rock like other ships, for it was solid and stoic in nature, long and one with the shallow port. A deep fondness radiated through her thatched planks, a sense of pleasure. The ship was a happy one, and perhaps that is what scared her the most.
The girl leaned back and sighed. Hooking her fingers beneath the greased countertop, she felt the sticking water seal.
The journey would be extensive, yet she felt as though the time for her to take leave had already come.
Her chest rattled with heavy breath, and the pipe clattered against the floor as she fought to stem raging coughs. She would be sick if there was anything to retch. A time passed and she leaned on the counter, just breathing.
The girl slid from the countertop, resuming her light cupboard search. A smaug hung in the hair, attributable to an oozing pipe.
She wanted to do this, the girl thought. If she didn't, she'd be worse a fool. But here her freedom was decently secured, and luck would not stay close if she challenged it.
She passed the pipe and kicked it, then stooped and picked it up. Instinct prompted her glance to the still doorway, and she scoffed inwardly at herself, running the wood bit along her teeth.
It was a good ship.
She flipped open more silent cabinets, then moved down to the drawers, feeling the cool, ebony grain. A while passed and she found a collection of powders, some marked, others left for only the brave and foolish, the whole labeled with medicinal terms. She picked a jar and twisted it in her fingers and slipped it to a pocket.
She was not quick and sly in the way of a thief, for they were still on land, and she did not think the Captain to be the type to cast her off on a first offense. The girl moved, registering the last cabinet before the roughness in her throat intensified, and she coughed her mouth raw.
The battered pipe lay on its side, empty, with thin smoke drafting.
Tay leaned back from the counter and picked it up, and jerked open the cabinet she'd found it in.
Voices muddled above, and footsteps rapped. She tipped her head toward the low ceiling, and tossed the pipe away.
The girl swallowed another cough, slammed the cabinet shut, and strode out of the galley.
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She was in the galley, sitting on a brown beaten countertop, breathing the rich smell of tobacco.
A short pipe twisted in deft, dirt stained fingers, and she smoked on account of nostalgia. The good memories erased all current stress.
She did not want to be here.
Trapped in a boat on the sea.
The ship did not creak or rock like other ships, for it was solid and stoic in nature, long and one with the shallow port. A deep fondness radiated through her thatched planks, a sense of pleasure. The ship was a happy one, and perhaps that is what scared her the most.
The girl leaned back and sighed. Hooking her fingers beneath the greased countertop, she felt the sticking water seal.
The journey would be extensive, yet she felt as though the time for her to take leave had already come.
Her chest rattled with heavy breath, and the pipe clattered against the floor as she fought to stem raging coughs. She would be sick if there was anything to retch. A time passed and she leaned on the counter, just breathing.
The girl slid from the countertop, resuming her light cupboard search. A smaug hung in the hair, attributable to an oozing pipe.
She wanted to do this, the girl thought. If she didn't, she'd be worse a fool. But here her freedom was decently secured, and luck would not stay close if she challenged it.
She passed the pipe and kicked it, then stooped and picked it up. Instinct prompted her glance to the still doorway, and she scoffed inwardly at herself, running the wood bit along her teeth.
It was a good ship.
She flipped open more silent cabinets, then moved down to the drawers, feeling the cool, ebony grain. A while passed and she found a collection of powders, some marked, others left for only the brave and foolish, the whole labeled with medicinal terms. She picked a jar and twisted it in her fingers and slipped it to a pocket.
She was not quick and sly in the way of a thief, for they were still on land, and she did not think the Captain to be the type to cast her off on a first offense. The girl moved, registering the last cabinet before the roughness in her throat intensified, and she coughed her mouth raw.
The battered pipe lay on its side, empty, with thin smoke drafting.
Tay leaned back from the counter and picked it up, and jerked open the cabinet she'd found it in.
Voices muddled above, and footsteps rapped. She tipped her head toward the low ceiling, and tossed the pipe away.
The girl swallowed another cough, slammed the cabinet shut, and strode out of the galley.