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Where there is a sea there are pirates
Life's pretty good, and why wouldn't it be? I'm a pirate, after all
The sea... 
29th-Aug-2006 03:32 pm
She runs over to the bonfire that is busy with chatting crewmates – companions – and the little gypsy takes the deep crimson bag with the multi colored patterns stitched away from her left shoulder – where she had flung it during her run. Dumping out the coconuts in front of everyone, “Coco-nuts” She beams in a proud manner. She whips around and points out towards the sea and than turns back around, “Come play?”
29th-Aug-2006 08:28 pm (UTC) - Re: No more storms.
“Perhaps this journey is designed to help her face her fears. She has to know, underneath her opium-distorted mind, that the seas carry awful storms and powerful hurricanes. Even if she does not know this information consciously, her subconscious is looking to heal her.”
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