took back my heart but it's never been the same
What the fuck are you doing out here, Zeph?
Good question. Can't say that you really know.
Here's what you do know. You're wet. You're cold. You're not dead (probably, jury's still out). Your boat is a bunch of splinters sinking in the ocean, courtesy of... starlight?
And now you're on another boat, because fuck you, being interrogated by some asshole who looks somewhat familiar but so does everyone these days. You glare out from behind a curtain of bedraggled wet hair, your eyes steel in a sunken, malnourished face. If it weren't for the water in your nose and the muted fury of having your fucking boat exploded out from under you you might be more helpful; as it is, you are not feeling all that charitable just now. Jack's not even gonna get a lot more from your thoughts, which are dulled by hunger and exhaustion and a certain level of substance addiction and the borderline insanity brought upon by having been a pirate captive for well over four years.
For all you can tell you're still a captive, just on another ship.
Ho-fucking-ray.
So yeah, fuck are you doing out here? "Seizing the day," you answer flatly.
And for the rest of the voyage, you say nothing else.
Good question. Can't say that you really know.
Here's what you do know. You're wet. You're cold. You're not dead (probably, jury's still out). Your boat is a bunch of splinters sinking in the ocean, courtesy of... starlight?
And now you're on another boat, because fuck you, being interrogated by some asshole who looks somewhat familiar but so does everyone these days. You glare out from behind a curtain of bedraggled wet hair, your eyes steel in a sunken, malnourished face. If it weren't for the water in your nose and the muted fury of having your fucking boat exploded out from under you you might be more helpful; as it is, you are not feeling all that charitable just now. Jack's not even gonna get a lot more from your thoughts, which are dulled by hunger and exhaustion and a certain level of substance addiction and the borderline insanity brought upon by having been a pirate captive for well over four years.
For all you can tell you're still a captive, just on another ship.
Ho-fucking-ray.
So yeah, fuck are you doing out here? "Seizing the day," you answer flatly.
And for the rest of the voyage, you say nothing else.
maybe love is a young man's game
