Ode to Love

Like father like son  Down the tree divines a dime Rolling 'cross the line Land ye Piece of Eight? If only we were lucky This one is stucky When the coin lands there We reconnect beneath breath Quad old country lanes As it's only half We'll helicopter the rest Right a round the time

The Betrayer reveals that her betrayal, on a fundamental level, was being The Betrayer at all, as The Best Friend returns to her form. This crew is required to play certain interactions like games, even when we do not want to, and this is no exception. In the midst of the worst storm any of us had ever seen, however, she flips her card. In a sense she betrayed the game once afforded the opportunity. I ask with a glance "Did we just become best friends?" and her look confirms it. Narrative sense begins falling into place to support this, until quite soon this narrative replaces the Betrayer narrative in its entirety. She takes to the shoreline.  Her approach comes in whispers, narrative sense felt but not heard. The storm still raging, these whispers are each like a grain of sand. Painstakingly they are piled,  as she has taken refuge from the wind within my realm. Playfully she makes a tiny sandcastle, with what resources she amasses, as the howling can be heard outside. She ...

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Back aboard the ship I feel the vibe for dancing And head above decks A party's started The Hype Man hands me a drink We drink to good cheer Something is missing In truth, many someones are But this is well known We do not flag here Still, rest and relaxation Break War Weariness  So tall tales are told Less lies than towering truths That lead one to dream Fireworks remind That The 5 Wood sails alone My demon gone home But he claps my back And asks me of adventure As The Crew gathers My words settle soft After merriment concludes And heart dozes off  "You notice the strange energy tonight? There's only so long darkness can hide light."

The moon hangs high in the sky over The Crow's Nest, just about half full. "They always look at the full moon as a sign, never suspecting the rest." The Navigator- if her title can be distilled to such a term- thinks to herself. She makes a few more adjustments and lets the coordinates calculate effortlessly into position. "This one is my story, I wonder how it will go." Such uncertainty is rare, so even the sense of it paints this as an adventure. She doesn't need to leave the ship, but decides to do so anyway. First she finds her way to the deck, then she finds her way to the shore, precisely where she is meant to be.  There is a table set up with a Go board. A stool is on either side. She cannot resist a good game of Omok, though no opponent is to be found. "Who is to say I can't make the first move?" She simply slides a black piece into place, in hopes of something blooming, and then examines her surroundings. The shoreline is relatively fe...