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Tristin Marie Youngblood
@tristinyoungblood
Another day at sea, the winds are still and the heat overwhelms. The stench of fish guts fills my nostrils when the sun blazes overhead, but I scrub the deck with the others.
The days are long when the sails are furled, a restlessness comes over the crew. Even the memories of the maids from last port fail to sustain us.
If the Twin Gods were kind, they would give us a steady wind to fill our sails. But their kindness left at the Proke. Proykhere Lume - World Anvil
The days are long when the sails are furled, a restlessness comes over the crew. Even the memories of the maids from last port fail to sustain us.
If the Twin Gods were kind, they would give us a steady wind to fill our sails. But their kindness left at the Proke. Proykhere Lume - World Anvil
