ZEPHYR
No promise sweeter than a blood pact
Nothing harder to go through with
than a vanishing act
Nothing harder to go through with
than a vanishing act
You recognize a taunt easily enough, often being the one to dish them out. And surprisingly the raft looks like it might stay afloat, even with the weight of an extra person. Of course, your stomach may have other ideas about whether or not this will be a fun excursion, but the canals are smooth as a baby's ass and under no stretch could this be called a boat.
So hey, fuck it, what the hell. Let's get to know the governor Tom Sawyer style.
"'Aite. Scoot." With practiced delicacy you lower your bulky ass onto the still-not-sinking raft, keeping your balance easily enough even as your stomach lurches. "We castin' off then, cap'n?" Not waiting for a reply you unhitch the rope, collecting it neatly into a coil and depositing it on the timber. You are a dock hand, after all: as much as your body may hate being aboard them, you know your way around a boat.
A solid push sends the pair of you into the middle of the canal, and just like that you're off, slowly beginning to crawl your way through town. Whether or not this was a stupid thing to agree to remains to be seen; for now you extend a hand for the bottle, intending to take a solid swig before common sense hits too hard.
So hey, fuck it, what the hell. Let's get to know the governor Tom Sawyer style.
"'Aite. Scoot." With practiced delicacy you lower your bulky ass onto the still-not-sinking raft, keeping your balance easily enough even as your stomach lurches. "We castin' off then, cap'n?" Not waiting for a reply you unhitch the rope, collecting it neatly into a coil and depositing it on the timber. You are a dock hand, after all: as much as your body may hate being aboard them, you know your way around a boat.
A solid push sends the pair of you into the middle of the canal, and just like that you're off, slowly beginning to crawl your way through town. Whether or not this was a stupid thing to agree to remains to be seen; for now you extend a hand for the bottle, intending to take a solid swig before common sense hits too hard.
Though you repent and don sackcloth
and try to make nice
You can’t cross the same river twice
and try to make nice
You can’t cross the same river twice
