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The Captain's Pearl, Part One
It was a beautiful day in the costal village of Kirktown. The sky was a bright clear blue with only small patches of clouds dotting the sky. The breeze was refreshing and one could hear the seagulls call to each other as they flew overhead.
This was the home of Cecile Bonnefoy, a lovely young woman of the age of nineteen, and her wavy light caramel brown hair tied up in a bun and eyes about as blue as the open sky. She loved this village very much, she knew everyone here and everyone knew her. She was even known around other villages in the area as being a kind gentle girl with the beauty to rival even the loveliest of mermaids. A lot of people even nickname her the “Pearl of Kirktown”.
Everyone knew that she adored the children of the village and acted as a sort of maternal figure to those whose mothers were busy with chores or didn’t have one of their own. However, everyone in Kirktown knew that there was one thing that Cecile loved more than anything, the se
The Captain's Pearl, Prologue
“The seas are especially choppy tonight Captain.” Said first mate Bernard looking out the window of the Captain’s cabin.
“Huh, so it is. How much longer until we reach port?” A figure, which is the Captain, responded looking at a beautifully decorated globe.
“We should get there in two days sir. But may I ask you something?” The first mate responded.
“Go right ahead Bernard.” The Captain sighed
“What is so special about this port we are going to? It barely shows up on the maps.” Bernard said as he looked at some maps.
“Reasonable question my friend, one worthy of an answer.” The Captain said as he stood up and went to the window.
“And that would be…?” Bernard asked.
“My greatest treasure lies in that port town,” The Captain answered. “A treasure that I waited far too long to go back and retrieve. One that I hope no one else has stolen.”
“What treasure is that s
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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