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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Leopold" data-source="post: 4057544" data-attributes="member: 758">MockerDear Diary,I hate the sea. Always have. Always will. She’s a cold, dark, dreary mistress. Rain is cold. Water is cold. Always raining. Then hot. Hot’s just as bad. Stuck on deck. Sweat drenched. Why? Why did I come here on this ship. I swore off ships. No more to the sea. She calls I say no. Mocks me. Mocks the Mocker? Irony. Gods command me to go so I must. She suggests I write so I do. Why? Curse them both with this ship. Small ship it is, yet rocks like one of the ones I’ve been on for decades. Old? No. Old to the land. Young to the sea.  Five times fingers pass my years. More to come? If the sea allows it.  Curse her with the ship ten times over.Begins, begins, there’s always a beginning is there not? It starts when your right foot is put first on the boat you will be sailing with. Not before. Not the left, only the right. Till then you are nothing. You don’t belong to her. You belong to the earth. To land. Sea is different, all things on her belong to her. Captain finds me in Craptown. Thieves, liars, scum live here. Name befits the place where the captain of the Flaming <censored> found me. Here I drank. Some bar. No name worth remembering where she strolled in with him. Uquilli. Damn her very soul. She knew I didn’t want to go back. The captain talked. Skinny fellow, pale, deathly pale asked me questions. Talk like all captains talk. Fast, smooth, silky. I disliked him from the start. Job? What job? Back to the ocean? Yes I’ll drink more. When? Now? Dark is better. Fine. I’ll be there. Captain look to her. Tall, graceful,  vicious. I know better. I smile. Captain takes that for my answer. I’ve sold my soul to the sea again. I drink more and watch the captain as Uquilli comes and drinks. Quiet. Always quiet, she looks at me with her eyes and smiles. Age and wisdom in those eyes consume me. Another round as the captain shakes hands with a man. Bottle almost gone Captain says we have a job now. I’m crew again. I swore off it. No more. Too old. Too tired. Let me stay on land.  We? “Guarding this guy” he says with his thumb pointing at the man he was talking to. Uquilli’s hand grips my legs. I feel nails clawing into my flesh. Blood. I yelp with pain. She must not like him. I must be wary. Yes. I drink faster, maybe this is all a dream.“It’s time.” She says to me. I rise. Body moving on its own. A thousand spirits move me. Hands guide me to the ship. Captain asks if the undead bother me. Undead? Why? He grins as we sail and introduces me to the rest of the crew. Rapists. Murders. Pirates. I know them well. Brothers all of them. They ask if I will survive on the sea. I hack as I laugh and stagger the bow of the ship and rest beside Uquilli. Her warm fur envelopes me as the skeleton walks by. Birds silent. Water peaceful. Eyes closing as the crew do their work. I hate the sea.</blockquote>

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