Subject: Elsewhere...
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Posted on: 2016-04-24 04:22:00 UTC

Above, storm wind and rain blew, and the wanderer cut and drew her sails- flame painted- as needed, to keep on course. Below, waves crested and broke against the prow, and against each other.

Her recently joined companion- one she regretted- tried to spit at her when she tied a length of line near him.

"Soon I will be home and rid of you," she said, crossly. "Though, it is strange the seas are behaving so, don't you think?"

Her companion ignored her.

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