Wind Rider
Originally published on December 30, 2005
I had absolutly no muse today (Calliope must be on break). I could not to save my life come up with anything. I finally wrote something I’m not happy with at all just to get the agony over with. If this reminds you a little bit about Lighthouse’s Tale, you’re not the only one.
If there was one thing I hated most of all the things on earth it would have to be fish. I can’t stand their lidless eyes that seem to get everywhere. I especially hate catfish; they have these flat faces and eyes on top of their heads that always look at you no matter where they are. On top of that they look nothing like cats! Myra is the captain’s cat and is one of my best friends. She’s such a lady that she never has her “sea-sickness bouts” on my decks. It’s bad enough I have termites and maggots on board; I don’t need cat vomit in my wood. I suppose I should introduce myself: I’m Wind Rider and I’m a navy ship for England. The year is currently 1606 and I’m traveling the Atlantic to America with a boatload of new explorers.
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