"Upon the waves of happenstance
I heard a voice. It sang, it danced
I myself upon a cutter
Sails of silk, sea smooth as butter
We'd left from port in eve of night
Till town nor land remained in sight
Stumbled did we upon an Isle
No mark on map, no giv'n name
Unease upended my stomach
Bile...
As the sounds of the drums below deck increased their speed so also did the galley itself. Oars beat the water with a fury Cassian was familiar with. The hunt was on. *Thrump. Thrump. Thrump.Thrump.* He could feel it in his chest as much as hear it with his ears. The distance closed fast, the...
Over an hour had passed. Cassian's eye tired of the glass. The sun had risen high enough to begin drying any lingering moisture from the previous night's rain. "A blessing and a curse" he thought to himself as he wiped a slick of perspiration from his brow. Upon his ears, all around the sounds...
And a port it had been.
Even as the rising sun crept up over the horizon and between the tattered curtain, Cassian knew it was going to be a bad day. A weary intake of breath filled the man's nostrils with the indiscretions of the previous evening. The sweet sickly scent of liquor mixing poorly...
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