Thoughts that sometime...rhyme: The captain wore black.

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Tuesday, January 18, 2005

The captain wore black.

When at the helm the ancient warrior stood, then did the ship list hard as it bucked the winds and upon waves was tossed as sea foamy fists pounded it’s wooden planks with a fury unknown to those who live on dry land. Winds shriek terrifying shudders send by ears to backbones. Everything is soaked... Sign in to see full entry.

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