The tranquility of ocean is often shattered, grasping shouts of the dead. Patience to listen to their tales gave her a cold heart. Swings of the boat are only due to the lively moment of humans on it.
“A few nights from now” he paused,”I’d be talking to your grave If only I haven’t rescued you,” Robert said to Rosie.
She looked away into the endless ocean. She had lived a month in a place where nothing seems to be predictable.
Seeking to end the nervous inhales, he continued.
“ I didn’t know the reason to risk my life on you. It may or may not be love that provoked me, but I just find no harm to help you.”
After a long pause,
“Any destination on thought ?”
“I reckon to see a trade ship by sunrise. We shall get on to find a dry land”
After an hour of silence, it took no further to fall asleep.
His hand made the comfort to hold the firm grip of his blade. Her beauty held him for few minutes of thought, but he couldn’t forgo the captain’s order,
“Kill the queen outside my ship so that it may not bear a curse.”
He kissed her and found no resistance. He shifted the blade in his hand to take one good strike. The sudden shift of climate took him by surprise,
“Mercy..” he said, gaping at the enormous monster.
The storm hit them with a great force.
Thank you for reading…
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