/lit/ - Literature

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I wonder how many people died cursing the sea.
I forgot about the past; he’d been on this ship for years.

Remember the future. Raise the white flag

Begin the sneak attack.

Why are you afraid of someone like that?

Slash a galleon in half; hang the flag half mast

.

The captains log book.

I’m not gonna be killed by damn pirates

in a place like this..

Captain, lets withdraw.

The storm is bigger than this.

Being a mouse, unfettered by notions of quality of life, mental well-being, planning for the future, the mouse didn’t see this change in any sort of light --- the mouse just happened to live aboard this ship now and if you asked the mouse he would probably say that he always lived on this ship and that there was no ship before he lived there.
The sea is an unpredictable place

so it’s best not to waste food.

I take it you’re the pirate,

how can I help you?
The lie itself, of course un-true,

became true, but trust, broken, itself, broken,

like a thousand pieces of glass that at some point in time made up the mirror that

hung in front of you but

when, reduced to just pieces,

makes up an image that’s both complete but so fractured and refracted

that the pieces are little lies that only show themselves to be true when re-arranged

in a way that will never ever happen;

something based in reality where the compass glass reflects
A mirror where you left its side when looking backwards

in the mirror to discern which side the door knob behind is on is on