zephyr
His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
"Usually ships ain't that unlucky," you reply with a grimaced smile, thinking about the ill luck that the Ark has faced where ghost whales are concerned. Reaching into your endless bag, you produce a (relatively) smaller pouch full of sea glass and other beach treasures, beginning to comb through for the colors you want.
Her sympathy is touching, causing you to huff a half-sigh, half-chuckle of gratitude. "Thanks," you murmur, staring at the glass in your hands. "He was a right shithead, but he was one of ours." One of the many wayward souls who found some semblance of happiness on Torchline's shores. He'd deserved better than whatever happened to him.
You weren't super close with Eloise, and so you shake your head. She'd been a feature on the Ark for a couple years, and you'd liked her, but you've learned to be choosy about where you form real attachments. You've got enough ghosts as it is. "How'd y'get wrapped up in Jack's shit, anyway?"
Her sympathy is touching, causing you to huff a half-sigh, half-chuckle of gratitude. "Thanks," you murmur, staring at the glass in your hands. "He was a right shithead, but he was one of ours." One of the many wayward souls who found some semblance of happiness on Torchline's shores. He'd deserved better than whatever happened to him.
You weren't super close with Eloise, and so you shake your head. She'd been a feature on the Ark for a couple years, and you'd liked her, but you've learned to be choosy about where you form real attachments. You've got enough ghosts as it is. "How'd y'get wrapped up in Jack's shit, anyway?"
Past the wondering eyes
of the ones that were left behind
of the ones that were left behind
