Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita gave the largest snort of all – loud and obnoxious and disbelieving – at the answer. “Right,” came with a flippant hand wave – but if the pirate didn’t want to discuss how the ship had been damaged, then she could keep it to herself. The Honeybee had merely been seeking information about any other potential disasters out there – largely caused by the island and its set of dramatics. She half-hoped the crew would turn around and get fucked up once more with that kind of attitude. It’d be funny.
Turning away and rolling her eyes again, the smuggler snagged at a few more pieces of timber, lugging them over where the other pile had begun to form. “Too late for that.” She dropped the wood loudly, before maneuvering back to grab more bundles.
Turning away and rolling her eyes again, the smuggler snagged at a few more pieces of timber, lugging them over where the other pile had begun to form. “Too late for that.” She dropped the wood loudly, before maneuvering back to grab more bundles.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
