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[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field IX

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.6k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there

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Coriolanus's stomach twisted as he could hear your screams from the hall, even though by then he was all the way on the other side of the school. He thought that was unsettling, only for them to abruptly stop just before he left. The silence that followed was so much worse. He didn't get any sleep, sitting on the roof in Grandma'ams rose garden with Tigris all night, wondering if you were dead.

He was just sick about it, even as he left the following morning, so early that the sun was yet to rise. It was a long, painful ride, and he spent the entire thing certain that you were dead. It was his fault, he had only wanted you to come with him, so he wouldn't be alone, but now he truly is alone and he won't even have you to write to back home. Regardless, he would try.

Rather than sit with the idea that it might even be pointless for him to live another day, especially with this unflattering haircut and a uniform that challenged the discomfort of the academy one, he decided to write to you on a paper he had found bunched between the train seats to ease his mind.

Y/N/N,

I hope you're reading this. I hope this gets back to you at home and finds you safe and sound, and you're sitting over your desk with a textbook open getting ready for university in the fall. That's not what's happening though, is it? You're probably dead. I probably killed you. If you are reading this in your room, or your library, or over my shoulder as I write this because you are only alive in what's left of your spirit, I hope you know that I am sorry. I did it because I wanted you with me, because in the moment I was so sure you'd be better off with me in the districts than you would be at home with your father. I think I was wrong. But I still miss you. You meant more to me than I ever told you. I guess, more than I ever told myself either until these last few weeks.

I think I heard them kill you after I left you with the Dean. If they did, boy, did you go out fighting. I always knew you would. I can't stop writing in case I never get to speak to you again. But again, maybe you're not dead, right?

Please tell me you're not dead.

Yours,

Always yours, your Coryo

He smoothes out the wrinkled sheet as he writes, hand shaking through most of it. He doesn't know if he should even bother sending it, or if he should just fold it up and throw it out the window in hopes that the message will find its way to your ghost. No, he has to send it. Otherwise he'll definitely never know, at least not for twenty years, and he couldn't bear that.

The wind hits the trees into the windows of the train as it rolls along the tracks, demanding that the branches be heard against the glass. It reminds him of you. Then again, what doesn't these days? Maybe it was just you letting him know you had read his letter, and that you forgive him. That would give him a semblance of peace for the rest of the ride.

When you woke up, it was impossible to tell what time it was. You only knew that it was dark, and your bedroom door was locked from the outside when you got up and carefully tried to open it only to be blocked by the mechanism.

"I have half the mind to agree with you on the Avox thing." You hear your dad sigh, his voice echoing from his study just down the hall. Your eyes widen and you try the knob again. Yep, still locked. "But we could always send her to Nine or Ten as a nurse. She's not staying here, that's certain."

"I don't want to push your decision, here, but she was saying she would tell everyone. She knows more than we thought, more details." Highbottom was here too, great.

"No, that's impossible. What did she say?"

"She knows we're selling, likely that you're storing it all here somewhere, and she knows it's enough to be treason. I don't know what else she knows, but it's risky business ever letting her out of that room again. The procedure might be our best option, here." You've heard enough, quickly making for your window instead. It's locked as well, but draping your old uniform over the lever gives you enough freedom to crush it with a particularly heavy, hardcover textbook without making much noise.

You change quickly, grabbing a few essentials that you could fit into your book bag, then climb out the window and slide down the back porch column before making as quiet of an escape as possible. Adrenaline carried you a few blocks away, but now, you were unsure what to do. You couldn't return, and you couldn't be seen, and you had a tragic shortage of friends at the moment. You find your feet carrying you toward the building you know Coriolanus lives in.

You're not particularly excited to see him, but with no other options, you're sure you can find it in yourself to be forgiving just this once. You could go to Sejanus's family home, but it's not far enough away, and you're not sure what his father would say. He'd probably call your dad in a second and it would all be for naught- you couldn't risk it. So, Coryo's it was.

You enter the building, walking straight for the elevator. He was in the penthouse, so you just have to hit the very top button and figure it out from there. You've never been to his home before, but he's talked about it plenty. Enough that you could find your way there, at least.

You groan when you quickly realize the elevator doesn't work, looking over at the stairs. It's a tall building, so you've got a long way to go. You wonder how he does this every day as you climb up set after set of stairs, taking note of how the walls are basically crumbling around you.

You knew he didn't have money, that he couldn't eat, but you didn't think he lived like this. No wonder he was so thin, and no wonder he still had any muscle left on his body. It was these damn stairs. That couldn't be it though, that wouldn't explain how his shoulders just seemed to go on for miles- maybe he had some kind of workout routine you never knew about.

You're drawn from your thoughts when you reach the top of the last staircase, hesitating to open the industrial looking door in front of you. Just beyond that was the front door to the Snow penthouse, and now that you're here, you're not sure what to do. Do you knock? You don't even know what time it is.

You sit by the door, deciding to think it over for a bit. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep leaning up against the wall where it meets the dusty floor.

Waking up, you're met with a gasp. "Y/N?" You blink open your eyes, seeing Tigris crouched in front of you, forehead creased with worry. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?"

"Tigris, hello." You mumble, gathering yourself to stand up as she helps you. "I, uh, I didn't know where to go, so..."

"Okay, okay. Come in for a second." She nods, holding your shoulder as she guides you back into the apartment. You squint at the sunrise through the large bay windows, she must have been on her way to work. "Can I get you anything? Some tea? You must be freezing..." She says, immediately shuffling into the kitchen.

"No, no. It's fine. Thank you, though." You insist, trying not to stare at the state the apartment has fallen into.

"Okay, well, please, take a seat. Tell me what's going on."

You nod slightly and move to sit down at their dining table where she joins you, reaching out for your hand which you gratefully take. "Did Coriolanus leave already?" You ask and she nods, giving you a sad smile.

"I must admit, I'm relieved to see you." She says, taking you by surprise. "Coryo thought you were dead. He was just so torn up about it, he said it was his fault but he wouldn't tell me why. I was expecting to see your passing in the papers this morning."

"Well, my days are numbered." You sigh, looking out the window again. The view was stunning. Maybe you would prefer a penthouse to your own large, empty feeling home. "My father and Dean Highbottom were discussing turning me into an Avox as a pity punishment, and I don't doubt that my father would rather bury me than have that on his name. I didn't stick around to hear their decision."

Tigris listens intently, squeezing your cold hands between her own. "And now, I don't know what to do. I had nowhere to go, I'm so sorry to intrude-"

"No, my goodness, please. You are always welcome here." She assured you. "But... what will you do?"

"I have to leave." You nod to yourself. "I have to leave and I can't come back, can I?"

"One day I'm sure it will be safe for you to return." She says, notably trying to put a positive spin on it. "I'll tell you what-" She stands quickly, going over to a hall closet and pulling out a large fur coat. "Take this, it can hide you and keep you warm. Take the next train to Twelve, that's where Coryo went." She places the coat in your lap. "He'll be ecstatic to have you and see that you're well."

You nod, standing up and pulling it on in a hurry. It was a beautiful coat, you could tell it was real fur. This must have belonged to one of their mothers. "Thank you, Tigris."

"There's another train headed there in about twenty minutes, if you rush you can make it. I had to check the schedule last night for him. Don't buy a ticket, just climb in a transport car from the opposite side, not the platform." She instructs you hurriedly,

You dig in your bag as you both head for the door, pulling out a handful of money and rifling through it to give some to her. You'll need some, but she will too.

"Here, Tigris. Take this." You say as she holds the door for you, and she instantly is shaking her head.

"No, no. I couldn't." She smiles awkwardly, waving a hand at you. "You'll need it more than I do, Coryo will be sending us cheques."

You smile at her understandingly, holding it out to her again. "If not for your help, then for this lovely jacket. Please take it. I insist."

Tigris sighs, taking it from your hand before pulling you into a hug which you gladly return. "Tell him we love him, okay?"

"He knows," You say, chin resting on her shoulder. "But I will."

It was dark again when your train reached its final stop, and you were curled up under the coat trying to sleep. You scramble to get up, having to bolt from the train before anyone came to unload the car.

Unfortunately, you didn't get the privilege of having a place to stay when you arrived, so once you're out of sight of the train, the best you can do is wander.

You don't have to wander long before you hear music. You didn't realize people were happy here, so the sounds of laughter and shouting and dancing coming from inside what looked to be an abandoned building made you tilt your head at the idea. Maybe you would just sit outside, around the side of the building where you won't be seen and you can listen.

You don't even get the chance to sit before you hear the singing start. It's Lucy Gray. You mentally scold yourself for not thinking of her sooner as you stand again quickly, finding yourself quite lightheaded. You must be hungry. Maybe there will be some food inside, or maybe you can find talk to Lucy Gray and maybe she'll let you stay with her. Just until you get yourself situated here.

Clutching your new coat tightly around yourself you walk in after attempting to dust off and salvage your clothes. Your favourite skirt and shoes took quite a beating throughout the day, and you're disappointed, to say the least. Hopefully Lucy Gray has a washing machine, but you doubt it. Did these people even know what a washing machine is? By the look of everyone in the room, the answer was a definite no.

Sure enough, Lucy Gray was on stage, singing her heart out. You had never seen her smile so wide, of course, and the kids surrounding her onstage were just as talented as she was at all their instruments. You've never seen live music like this before, only classical or opera where everyone sat quietly and listened until the end. This environment was entirely new to you.

Not wanting to interrupt, you wait until Lucy Gray steps offstage and her spot is replaced with a little blonde girl who couldn't have been older than ten.

"Give it up for the amazing Lucy Gray Baird!" The girl shouts into the mic, gesturing to your friend before more music started to play. "She'll be back, she's just taking a little break, but until then, you lot are stuck listenin' to me."

This is your chance. You push through the crowd and step into the hall you saw Lucy Gray go down. "Lucy Gray?" You call out hopefully, watching your step as to not roll a heel. In hindsight, these shoes were not ideal for the journey you took, but your options were limited by a time crunch.

"Lucy Gray?" You ask again, turning a corner and peeling into a large open room. It's a few moments before your eyes land on her, and she turns to face you having heard you walk in.

"Oh my days, I thought I recognized that voice!" She smiles, opening her arms and running up to you. "Y/N, my word, what are you doin' here?" Her excitement fades quickly into concern as she drops her arms from around you.

"Long story..." You chuckle nervously, pulling at your coat again as she nods for you to continue. "We got caught, for the compact. And the snakes, somehow. Coriolanus put our handkerchiefs that you used in the tank so they wouldn't attack you, I guess. I didn't know. Then they pulled us out of class the next day, he told them it was me, so then I put up a fight and they sedated me. When I woke up I was at home and they were talking about having my tongue cut out and turning me into one of those servants but I'm sure my dad would rather have me dead. So," You sigh, trying to summarize it as quickly as possible. "I ran."

Lucy Gray shook her head, mouth agape in shock at all the information she just took in. "Okay, wait... So they were going to kill you?"

You nod.

"But that teacher of yours seemed so nice."

"Sorry?"

"Yeah, he gave me some money and escorted me into the train himself."

You scoff, shaking your head. "He's never liked either of us, but that's only because I have dirt on him. I don't know what Coryo did."

"Well," Lucy Gray sighs, rubbing your shoulders gently. "I'm glad you're here. That you're safe."

"You too." You smile. "Can I just say, too, we were so proud of you. We were so lucky to be your mentors."

"I count myself the lucky one." She grins. "Let's move on, shall we? On the up and up."

"Yes, sounds lovely." You grin at her.

"Can I get you some water? Liquor? What do you need?" She asks, turning at that and going over to a bench in the middle that had a few water bottles.

"I would love some water." You breathe out, joining her and sitting down as she hands one to you.

"Lucy Gray, could I ask you for a really big favour?" You say after taking your first sip.

"Please." She nods.

"Can I stay with you?"

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A Girl, an Ocean {A Black Sails fanfic.} Ch. 9

Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Teen and up audiences Warnings: None Characters: Billy Bones, James Flint, Hal Gates, Muldoon, Dooley, protagonist OC, supporting OCs Relationships: Billy Bones/OC, Hal Gates/OC (paternal), Max/OC (friends), James Flint/OC (mentor) Additional tags: Original character-centric, first person POV, canon character x original character romance, self-discovery journey, kinda alternative prequel to canon, canon compliant, slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers, tooth-rotting sweetness, cute but also sexy, angst galore, found family, Hal Gates has two children now, canon typical violence Series: Part One of Six of A Girl, An Ocean Chapters: 9/13 Summary: While investigating a shipwreck in a small island, Constance observes as two crewmen free-dive in search of sunken treasure, staying under for several minutes at a time. To her, it's almost a miracle that they don't drown - and obviously, she wants to learn to do it, too.

Author's note: Here it is, finally. Chapter 9. Again, I apologize for the delay but my life has been chaotic and emotionally devastating, lately. One of my eldest cats passed away this morning after long, harrowing months fighting to keep her comfortable and happy through an irreversible illness, all while trying to meet deadlines for my Masters and making ends meet at home. Hopefully now, things will calm down and I can dedicate a little more time to posting. Cheers ✌

PS: Links to the songs included here in the replies!

Chapter ix.

At first, it was hard.

Everywhere I looked on the ship, I expected to see Jean coming out from a doorway, or down the stairs, or entering the galley hall for dinner. But he never did.

Some times, I would hear footsteps approach and turn around with delusional hope, only to see one of the other crew members walk past or come to relieve me from my watch. I knew perfectly well my friend was never coming back, yet it was as if my heart was struggling to catch up with what my mind had already accepted.

The most difficult part was when I went to bed and looked at the vacant hammock next to mine. More often than not, mere minutes after lying down, I had to get back up and go on the main deck for a smoke. When I truly wished to be alone, I would sneak onto the bowsprit and climb over the railing to sit on the beakhead, where I was hidden from sight. It was a dangerous place for one to sit; if I slipped and fell over board, the Walrus would run right over me and continue to plow the waves like nothing happened.

Still, there was no better way to disappear in a ship. Even the platforms up on the masts always had a rigger running back and forth while minding the sails and I had no wish to get in their way, either. When sleep finally gripped me and forced my eyelids to shut, I would go into the empty sickbay and sleep there. It took me nearly two weeks to get accustomed to my own hammock again.

Thankfully, my mates were very understanding of my grief and never said a word about my choice to crash away from them. Randall's cat, Betsy, sometimes would tuck herself next to me to keep me company and lend her soft fur to stroke until I fell asleep. It was my luck she was much more accessible than her owner.

Bjorn told me that what I truly needed was a distraction. While working, my mind would be too occupied to think about Jean or the void his death had left in my heart, but during the vacant hours, none of my usual entertainments worked anymore. Knot practicing was too easy for me now; my thoughts would often run away from me as my hands worked. I could barely focus on the maps I studied. The only thing that still proved an effective distraction was cleaning the guns and pistols, but only because if my attention faltered, I could hurt myself or someone else. Still, there were only so many times I could polish them before it turned ridiculous.

Logan suggested I drank a tankard or two of ale, just enough to become drowsy and forget everything, but I had seen what alcohol did to some of the men, both in high seas or ashore. I, for one, did not wish to become reliant on drinking to function until the drinking itself became the source of my utter lack of function.

Billy and I would train with the cutlasses and it helped for the most part. I even started improving; on one occasion, I almost managed to best him in combat, until he kicked my feet out from under me and held the tip of his blade to my throat.

“You're dead,” he would mock with that smartass smirk at the corner of his mouth, and I would narrow my eyes in return, slap the blade away and stand up again for another round, at least until he declared I'd had enough for the day and sent me off. One day I would get him. One day...

A full month passed before I could spend a day without remembering Jean. I felt so guilty for it, I almost vomited. If I didn't keep him in my memory, who would? These people were used to losing friends and moving on from their grief as quickly as possible, but this was all new to me. I had no idea how to do that.

I brought the subject up to Gates, seeking guidance. Out of all the advice and suggestions I had received, his was what really got through to me.

“We never truly move on from anyone we've lost,” he told me one evening at the forecastle while we watched the sun set together. “They always stay with us, every day of our lives. Some times, for whatever reason, they pop back into our minds or appear in a dream, but time soothes all wounds and turns any pain into comfort. You won't forget about Jean or the other friends you will eventually lose to this lifestyle. You couldn't even if you tried. But try to think of it this way: if it were you who died and left all your loved ones behind, would you want them to be sad and heartbroken forever, or blame themselves for not being able to save you?”

I didn't have to think hard on that question to know the answer. “No... No, I wouldn't. I would wish for them to find a way to live on without me. I would want them to still be happy.”

Gates smiled and winked at me. “Exactly. I'm of the same opinion. So is everyone who isn't a selfish, narcissistic bastard. And so was Jean. There was nothing you could have done to save his life, so don't you waste a single second weighting the “what ifs”. He wouldn't have wanted that for you. Live and keep him in your memory, and he will never truly die.”

That very same night, I pulled out Jean's pipe, had my smoke and wept for him for the last time in a long while. Then, I went down to my hammock, curled up facing the empty one neighboring mine, and slept soundly until dawn.

*** At last, one beautiful morning out at sea, we passed by a grouping of islets, scattered wide over turquoise waters. Some were barely a mile in length, no more than lines of sand, while others were large enough to host a whole patch of forest from which strange birds sang. It was on one of these larger islets where we came across an unusual sight: a shipwreck.

She was a decent sized schooner, beached on a sandbar. The stern of the ship was mostly underwater, so that the bowsprit rose in a near vertical angle that stretched far into the sky. The sails were in tatters as they blew gently in the wind, the wood long lost to rot. The foremast had snapped in two. The tip of it was partially buried in the sand.

From the quarterdeck, Captain Flint took a peek through his spyglass. Gates and Billy flanked him on either side and squinted at the sight, using their hands to shield their eyes from the intense sun. I happened to be close by, on the mizzen mast, so I was able to hear their exchange:

“Looks like she has wrecked no longer than a month or two,” Flint said without lowering the glass. “I see bodies on the beach. Longboats are gone, though.”

“What do you think?” Gates asked. “Marooned?”

Flint lowered the spyglass. “No, I don't think so. We are at least a week and a half from the nearest port. It would take triple that time to get there rowing. My guess is most of the crew decided to risk leaving on the longboats and hope to find a passing ship that would pick them up, while these men decided it would be best to stay and wait. It would seem those who sided with rowing were the cleverer group.”

“And they didn't come back for them?” Billy pointed out with bitterness in his voice.

“Or came back too late,” Flint countered. He stowed his glass away in his frock coat's pocket. “No matter. Drop anchor, but keep the sails at the ready, just in case. Gather a search party to see if we can find something useful and bring it aboard. Send Luca and O'Neill to investigate the ship.”

“Aye, captain.”

Gates and Billy descended from the quarterdeck to give the order, while Flint stayed behind.

Meanwhile, I refocused on helping the other riggers tuck the mizzen mast main sail. I was tying a lose knot that would allow its unfolding easily in an emergency when I caught Flint staring up at me. He tilted his head in a gesture to beckon me down.

I shuffled along the foot rope, then down the shroud. With a sense of pride, I verified I was getting rather quick moving along the yards or up and down the masts. In part, I owed it to Flint himself. If he hadn't encouraged me to face my new fear of heights after the careening incident from months ago, I would still be cowering on the deck. In those days, grateful as I was for his guidance and understanding, his acceptance of me, I would have done almost anything he asked me to. He had my full, unwavering loyalty.

At the bottom of the shrouds, I jumped off onto the deck and let my knees bend with the impact until I was almost on all fours, then hopped up straight and presented myself to Flint.

“Captain?”

“I want you to join the search party on the beach. It should be an educational experience for you. Comb the beach for valuables or clues for what might have happened here.” He paused when he saw the uneasy expression on my face. “Yes, that means search the corpses as well. Make sure to wash yourself thoroughly after. You don't want to catch the plague off of their decay.”

I had hoped he would tell me not to touch the corpses, but that would have to mean Flint had suddenly turned into a sensitive, compassionate man who gave a shit about people's discomfort about robbing the dead. That I knew of, he had not, and here was my proof.

I slowly exhaled through my nose and slumped my shoulders. “Yes, Captain.”

“Dismissed.” And he turned his back on me to look through the spyglass once more.

I started down the stairs to go get my gear and prepare to come ashore with the others, all the while doing my best not to hurl at the thought of touching a dead body.

The search party consisted of nine members, myself included: Billy, Thierry, Muldoon, Joshua, Joji and Dooley, plus three men named Morley, Luca and O'Neill.

The first, I remembered from my first day. He was sitting in the galley with another sailor who gave me the side-eye, but Morley was kind to me. Showed me where to find breakfast and chided his friend for being rude. The second was young, no older than twenty, with dark brown skin, vivid onyx eyes and a beautifully hooked nose. The last was an Irishman, one of the riggers, with a thick accent and even thicker black hair that hung in ringlets around his shoulders. Small shells decorated the inky waves.

Luca and O'Neill were both slim but broad of shoulders. Along with their usual gear, they also brought strange looking belts with what seemed to be rocks attacked to them. I had no idea what they were for, but had the feeling I would soon find out.

We arrived on the beach via longboat and hopped onto the pearl white sand. Since I was closest to the bow, I grabbed the rope and tied it off to a tree nearby with a clove hitch, plus an extra knot for safety. Billy lead our party toward the shipwreck.

The closer we got to her, the more impressive the sight got. The way the bowsprit stretched upwards gave the impression that the ship was imploring to the heavens to be saved from being swallowed by the sea. I was confronted with that strange sensation that her whole weight would suddenly tilt and fall on us, crushing us instantly; still, no matter how the wind blew on her ripped sails or the waves pounded at her hull, she didn't move an inch.

Billy stopped once we reached the ship's shadow and turned to us.

“Alright, tasks: Thierry, Muldoon and I, we take a lap around the island, see what we can see. Joshua, Morley and Constance, search the bodies. Joji and Dooley will climb aboard, though I don't expect you to find much. O'Neill and Luca, see if you can get into the hold. We report back here in ten minutes. Dismissed.”

We divided into teams and began our work, though I was intrigued by what he meant with “go into the hold.” It was almost completely submerged, there was no way they could get in there, was there...?

And then I saw those two remove their shoes and tops, letting them fall onto the sand along with all their weapons except for a single knife each, which they tied around their right ankles. Next, they wrapped their waists in those belts with the stones - and that was when I saw they were no stones at all. They were weights.

With a start, I watched them make their way to the water. I turned to Billy, who happened to be closest to me, and called out to him before he could leave with Thierry and Muldoon.

“Are they going to swim under the ship? With those belts weighting them down? What if they drown?”

Billy snorted, amused at my ignorance. “No, they're not going to drown. They're divers, and quite good ones at it. They know what they're doing.”

“But getting into that ship will take several minutes,” I insisted.

The idea of letting them go in there left me thoroughly anxious. They were already in the water, slathering their arms with to reduce the temperature shock before taking the plunge. I looked up to Billy, wide eyed, while he just grinned at me, totally at ease and unbothered.

“How will they not drown? No one can hold their breath that long!”

“Oh, they can't?” He reached into his pocket and searched around for a bit. He pulled out an object tethered by a silver chain and held it out for me.

Confused, I stretched out my hand, palm up, and saw what he had put in it: a time piece. With a furrowed brow, I tilted my head up, but he simply continued to give me that cryptic smile.

Billy tapped my shoulder. “Tell me how long they were down there when I get back. Don't get too distracted, though. I want those bodies thoroughly searched by then.”

And then he was gone with the others, leaving me astonished with that pocket watch in my hand. I turned just in time to see Luca and O'Neill dive beneath the waves and set the hands to twelve, giving the seconds a head start of about five seconds. Intrigued, I clasped the chain around my neck and set out to work.

There were a total of seven corpses littering the islet, all varying in distance from the shipwreck. Some were quite far from it; Morley even found one in the trees, bones and dry skin mostly taken over by plant growth and insects.

Cautiously, I approached one and fought the reflex to gag: it was a ghastly vision, a human shaped mound of rot, yet nothing like what a human should be. The skin was ashen and stretched over the outline of the bones underneath, the flesh and organs that once filled it long gone. Whatever hair this person once had, had mostly fallen off the skull in heaps half buried in the sand. And the stink...

I had smelled rotten food before and this was much worse. The smell was so abrasive it invaded my sinuses, positively assaulted my senses to the point I had to pinch my nose, though the thought of breathing it in through my mouth was just as repulsive. It was like I could taste the decay on my tongue, which reminded me of Flint's warning. I swallowed hard and turned away to try and mentally prepare for that ungodly task, to no avail. To distract myself, I checked the watch.

One minute and twenty-eight seconds. I looked out to the water, expecting to see either one or both divers come out, but there was no one there. Most astonishing was how unconcerned my companions seemed to be. Neither Morley nor Joshua even glanced up, too busy digging their hands through pockets or turning the cadavers over.

I looked down at the dried out mummy at my feet and grimaced before I knelt beside it.

The corpse was lying face down, skeletal hands outstretched as if the man had been crawling through the sand. Trembling from head to toe, I dug my fingers into an arm and under the torso, then pushed him over to flip him around.

"Sorry, mate," I muttered.

Without the weight of fat and muscle, the skeleton was easy to move. I felt pity for his fate, as I couldn't imagine what it must be like to be stranded on a beach like this with no food or water, waiting for rescue that would never come.

It made my heart heavy with guilt, desecrating his body like this, but if there was one vital lesson I had learned on a ship, it was this: waste not. We spent weeks or months at sea on limited supplies with no way to replenish them unless we made port or attacked another vessel. A shipwreck like this represented a rare opportunity to collect resources we could not overlook. And, to be completely fair and pragmatic... These people were dead. Nothing we would find on them would make a difference to them, but for us, it could prove life saving.

Still didn't make me feel any better for it, but this was one of those "brutal, harsh and ugly" parts of being a pirate that I had to accept and become insensitive to. All I could offer them was a quick prayer and ask the Good Lord to save some mercy for their souls, if He found them worthy of it.

And then I laid the cadaver on its back and saw his face.

"Fucking--!" I recoiled and fell on my arse.

There was a crab crawling out of the empty eye socket. It used its pincers like cutlery to pick what was left of the man's brains and bring them to its mouth. Another had tucked itself in the mouth and feasted on what little flesh still clung to the gums and the throat. But the worst of it all were the maggots: thousands, maybe millions of them, crawling and writhing around in the chest cavity.

I couldn't take it anymore. Twisting on my side, I retched and evacuated my entire breakfast onto the sand.

"You all right there, Constance??" I heard Joshua call out from a few yards away, worried but also entertained.

I spat the bile and carrots from my mouth and raised a hand in a thumbs up to indicate I was fine. When I recovered my breath, I sat back on my palms, let my head drop back and shut my eyes tight against the sun.

"There goes my breakfast," I joked. "Fucking crabs and maggots scared the shit out of me."

Joshua, who had approached to check on me, laughed.

"At least it wasn't snakes," Morley quipped up as he finished with a corpse and moved on to the next like this was nothing. I envied his composure. "Snakes are much worse. Joshua, remember what happened to the carpenter's mate, Tiago? The guy with a lisp, some three years ago?"

Joshua made a face of utter disgust. "How could I forget? He didn't even have time to yell "snake!" before it bit him right on the jaw." He pointed to his own, right next to his chin. "He was just lucky it wasn't a venomous snake. Still got a wicked looking scar from it."

I huffed a laugh and stood up. "At least it wasn't snakes."

Suddenly, I remembered Luca and O'Neill and turned to the shipwreck. Nothing. I consulted the watch once more: two minutes and forty-two seconds.

A chill ran down my spine. "Oy! It's been almost three minutes and they still haven't come up! What if they need help? They're gonna drown, shouldn't we do something??"

Morley and Joshua traded a look and snorted. I stared at them, distressed at their indifference. Our crew mates might die soon, if they weren't dead already! How could they be so nonchalant over this...?

"Don't worry about them, girl." Morley waved me off. "Get back to work."

My mouth opened and closed several times as I watched them continue to search the poor bastards spread out on the beach. "But..."

They ignored my pleas. Despite being told to focus on the task at hand, I just couldn't. I kept my eye on the watch, growing more and more anxious.

Three minutes and fifteen seconds. Three minutes and thirty-three seconds. Three minutes and forty-six seconds--

Luca's head finally burst through the surface.

I huffed out, not having realized I had been holding my own breath while waiting for them to give a sign of life. From my spot, I could see the diver was breathing laboriously, but very much alive. He floated there for a moment to recover, then swam to the beach and walked out of the sand like he had only gone for a dip. In his hand, he held a net full of shiny trinkets, which he dropped on the sand along with the weight belt.

I was stunned. Completely stupefied. Not long after, at four minutes and eight seconds, O'Neill also resurfaced, and like Luca, he took some time breathing deeply before coming to shore with his own satchel full of treasure.

Orders forgotten, I walked up to them, fully aware that my mouth was open in a round O to match my saucer sized eyes. Behind me, Joshua and Morley laughed at my figure, so much so that the former was writhing on the floor from how hard he chortled and the latter had to bend over with his hands on his knees.

Luca and O'Neill eyed them and me, totally at a loss to what was going on while they had been out. "Everything alright, here?" O'Neill asked me with a frown. "I should be the one asking you that!" I exclaimed, frightened, fascinated and amazed all at once. "You were down there for four minutes without breathing!""Aye, you were lucky to come back when you did," Morley told them once he calmed down. "Constance was just about ready to dive after you, thinking you were dead." "It's not funny!" I shrieked, which just made them laugh some more. Worse, O'Neill and Luca joined them, so that I was surrounded by a choir of ridicule. Bunch of assholes. "It's a little bit funny," Luca admitted.

"Regardless!" I waved a hand and pulled the subject back into focus. "How did you do that? How did you hold your breath for so long without dying?"

"With proper training and practice," O'Neill simply said. "It's possible to make yourself function with little air without blacking out. I knew a guy who could dive up to seven minutes."

"Seven minutes...?" I stared at him, unable to fathom going that long without breathing.

"Aye, didn't live much longer after that, mind. There are limits and he met his soon after establishing that record. Drowned somewhere off of Costa Rica, diving after a sunken Spanish galleon."

"How long does it take to learn this?" I immediately asked.

Since I was a child, I had always wandered what hid beneath the waves, only ever managing to glimpse through them without making sense of the broken up picture below the surface. But if it was possible to hold your breath even for just four minutes without perishing... Suddenly, that mysterious hidden world would become open to explore. It was too exciting a notion to pass up.

O'Neill snorted and crossed his arms. "A long time. It can take months, some times year to perfect the technique. Why, did you want to learn--?"

"Yes."

I stared at him deadpan, that single word spoken almost aggressively, giving him no space for argument or to say no. I wanted to learn. I wanted to be able to follow them into the depths of the ocean and reveal her secrets for myself. This was like a wild dream coming true, for me.

O'Neill returned my stare with a blank expression, taken aback by my eagerness. He looked to his partner, who mirrored his astonishment and shrugged. He then opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself short, considered the mad glint in my eyes, the hard line my mouth pressed into, my closed fists, and he seemed to change his mind about refusing me. Likely, he was thinking there was no argument he could make to convince me not to go through with this.

"Fine, we'll teach you," he finally said. "When do you want to start?"

A grin spread from ear to ear and nearly tore my cheeks open.

"Today!” I replied. “As soon as possible. Please."

Luca laughed quietly and shook his head. "You really are something else, Constance. Never change." And he returned to the water like he belonged there rather than on land.

"Come find us when the watch ends and we can start your training," O'Neill told me with a secret smile. "For now, you should get back to work, before Billy comes back and catches you slacking off."

Ah, right. Here I was wagging my tongue instead of grave robbing. Or corpse robbing, rather. The image of the crabs and maggots feasting on my first victim lingered in my brain and I wasn't eager for more of it. But, neither did I want to risk Mr. Gates' wrath if Billy reported I had neglected my duties. I groaned and turned around to continue searching the fallen sailors, hoping all content in my stomach had been successfully evacuated.

*** Later in the afternoon, little after midday, my watch ended, so I went looking for the divers.

We still hadn't left the islet; some of the more religious members of the crew insisted on giving the poor souls that perished on that spit of land a proper burial, which I agreed with. It was the least we could do after emptying their pockets and disturbing their eternal rest. So, we dug up a common grave, laid the rotted out cadavers in it and buried them, joining together in prayer so they may be received in the Kingdom of Heaven.

The endeavor took over an hour, by which time the morning was almost through, so Flint decided it would be a good idea to have our mess right there on the beach and let us rest for the day. Obviously, everyone was more than happy to take up such a generous offer, given how rare these kinds of attitudes were, coming from our captain. Food and rum was brought onto the islet and the crew took the opportunity to wash in the sea or take a nap in the shade. Folsom and a few other musician sailors brought their instruments and sat together near Randall's fire pit to sing a few shanties.

It was pleasant and I could use the rest myself, but I was too excited to learn how to dive to sit still. I found Luca and O'Neill sitting on a rock that was regularly hit by the waves, sharing a pipe and some biscuits between them while they waited for lunch. On the way over, I removed my shoes and left them on the sand before I climbed on the rock and sat with them.

"I don't have the appropriate clothes, but I'll manage," I told them.

O'Neill blew out a cloud of smoke and passed it to Luca. "Doesn't matter because you're not going in the water."

My grin sunk like a stone. "What? But I thought--"

"Before you can go in the water, first you must learn how to properly breathe and how to hold your breath," Luca explained. "If we let you go in right now, you will drown and Gates would tan our hides."

"And Billy, too," O'Neill commented in a barely audible murmur.

"All right..." I huffed and tried to mask my disappointment. "What do I do, then?"

Luca gave O'Neill the pipe and sat up straight. "First of all, you have to know how to inhale correctly. You breathe in through your nose, inflate you belly first, then your chest, for about five seconds. Like this."

He sucked in a slow breath and tapped his belly with his hands to draw my attention. He let it bloat, then filled in his chest, and held it all for a second or two before letting it out.

"See? The point of this exercise is to lower your heart rate and relax your mind, so that you get used to the experience of holding your breath without panicking. Try to think about things that are soothing for you while you do it. Go on."

I crossed my legs and did as he said, mimicking how he filled in his belly, then the chest. Five seconds later, I slowly let the air out through my mouth.

"Not quite so deep," he indicated. "Keep it small and light, natural. Pull back your shoulders so your lungs can stretch and your rib cage can open. This way you can pull in more air with half the effort. Try again and follow my count: one... two... three... four... five. Stop... And exhale. Like that."

I repeated the exercise and closed my eyes to help my mind stop focusing and wander. I didn't have to conjure anything to relax. The sound of the waves and the birds in the trees, Folsom's violin playing nearby and the men singing shanties, all of it worked fine.

"Can you feel your body loosen up? Your muscles decompressing? Your heart beating slowly?"

I could. Everything about me was so calm, I might have fallen asleep while sitting. It was nice. I nodded a reply, smiling lightly.

"This is the mental state you need to be in to dive."

"Of course, it's not so easy to stay in it while you're in the water," O'Neill added. "Out here, if you run out of air, you can just start breathing again. In the water, you have to swim all the way to the surface before you can take a breath, and therein lies the difference between life and death. Therefore, it's imperative that you know your own limitations."

Luca continued: "And the way to know them is to test how long you can hold your breath for. Pay attention, because this is important: when you start running out of air, you're going to feel your torso contracting. When you feel it, take a breath right away. Don't try to push through it, don't try to force it. The goal is not to blackout, it is to slowly build up your capacity to hold your breath longer. You start contracting, you breath. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Very well. In that case, take a big gulp of air, as much as you are able, this time, and hold it in.” He snapped his fingers. “Do you still have that time piece?"

I had forgotten to return it to Billy, so it still hung around my neck. I unclasped the chain and gave it to Luca, who set the hands to twelve.

"Ready?" He said.

Again, I nodded and squared my shoulders, like he told me.

"Take your breath."

My belly inflated, followed by my chest, as I pulled in as much air as I could into my lungs. When I stopped and held it in, Luca started the clock.

"Relax your mind," O'Neill reminded me. "Stay in that quiet mental headspace."

I focused my ear on the sounds all around me, especially the crash of the waves. I recalled the feeling of them caressing my feet and ankles at the beach back in Nassau, how it washed all my exhaustion away in a matter of minutes. I became as tranquil as pond water, as lazy as Betsy lying in front of the galley stove. I thought I had managed to hold out quite some time when I started noticing the feeling of contraction, like my lungs were trying to claw themselves open.

Following Luca's strict instructions, I stopped holding back and panted, surprised by how dizzy I felt.

"Slow down, don't pant like that. Breathe through your mouth and keep it at a steady rhythm."

I did so. Almost instantly, the dizziness passed. After recovering, I looked up at him. "How long was that?"

"Forty-eight seconds," he told me with a grin. "Not bad, for a first try."

I smiled back with pride. Nearly a full minute! Not bad at all.

"Now recover for three minutes and try again." O'Neill stood up from the rock and hopped into the shallow waves. "In the meantime, I'll go see if lunch is ready. See you in a few."

I repeated the exercise three more times, holding my breath for nearly a minute, taking three to recover, then holding again. By the third go, the dizziness had become too persistent, to the point I could hear my heart's beat drum in my ears. When I reported this to Luca, he decided to call it a day.

"It's no use insisting, it won't help you improve. In fact, it might be dangerous. You don't want to end up with brain injuries like Randall, do you?"

I shook my head, eyes as wide as dinner plates. "No, no, I do not."

"I didn't think so, either," he laughed. "What day is it today, Wednesday...? We'll try again on Saturday, then. Twice a week, we will do these sessions and you'll see improvements soon enough. When we arrive back in Nassau, if you feel capable, we'll try doing it in the water. Sound good?"

"Sounds fine," I agreed.

We too, stood up and started our way up the beach, toward the others. I picked up my shoes from the sand and smiled to my new mentor. "Thank you, Luca."

"Don't mention it.” He waved me off. “I never had a student before. Most people think O'Neill and I are insane for doing what we do."

"Until you emerge with handfuls of treasure, no doubt," I jested.

Luca chortled. "Very true! Why do you want to learn, then? Is it also for treasure?"

I shook my head. "No... That is more of a perk to me. I want to know what it's like, to be down there. I want to see the fish we eat swim around and explore their world a bit. I have always been so curious about it all. Had I known it was possible to do what you do, I might have tried it sooner."

"Maybe you were a mermaid in a past life," he suggested playfully.

"Maybe we both were," I countered. "It must have been a good life. Swimming around and not have to come up for air. I don't think I would ever return to land."

"Some times, I think so, too." Luca looked ahead and his eyes crinkled with a smile of pure joy and full of peace. "But if I did that, I would never see anyone again. This crew, it's my family. And O'Neill, as much as he is able to follow me underwater, is here, too. So no, I don't think I could completely give up my life at the surface. There is too much here for me to come back to."

My heart melted with warmth, hearing him talk. "That's a very sweet way to look at it."

As we approached the camp, my eyes found Gates barking orders, and Folsom with his violin, and Thierry, Bjorn, Joshua, Muldoon, Logan, Morley... I remembered how they all stood over me, that day I had almost died, worried for me and wishing to help with my recovery. My family.

The only member missing from it was Jean, but, like Gates said, I kept him in my heart so it would never feel like he was truly gone.

Lastly, I saw Billy sitting with Dooley somewhere to the side. The two conversed while he sharpened his knife on a whet stone. As I watched him laugh at something Dooley said, I was certain that I could never fully give up my life on land, either. Not if it meant leaving him behind.

That realization made me feel... strange. Maybe it was some leftover residue from losing Jean. Maybe it was because I owed Billy so much, including my life. What I knew for sure was that the thought of living in a world without him in it made my chest contract the same way as when I ran out of breath.

Flashbacks of him lying on his back while am ogre of a man prepared to plunge his sword into his chest shot needles of panic into my heart. I couldn't lose him, too.

"You know what, Luca?" I sighed. "I think you're right, actually."

I heard a clinking noise and turned to see him hold out the time piece I had borrowed from Billy. I took it back, said goodbye to Luca and walked toward Billy and Dooley.

They glanced up when they saw me approach. The two were sitting on a fallen log by the trees, protected from the bright sunlight currently burning my head and shoulders. I stood at Billy's side and sagged with relief in the cool shade.

"I wanted to return this." I held out the watch by the chain for him to take. "Sorry, I forgot, earlier."

"That's alright," Billy replied as he took it back and put it in his pocket again. "It's just a trinket I picked up, nothing more. You could have kept it for yourself and I probably wouldn't even notice."

"All the same, it's yours and I always return what's been borrowed to me." I sat down on the sand and closed my eyes to appreciated the breeze.

A hand tapped my shoulder and took a peek: Dooley was holding out a canteen full of fresh water to me. I gladly accepted it and drank my fill before giving it back and lying out with my hands behind my head. Hopefully, lunch wouldn't take much longer. I was starving.

In the evening, when the sun was setting and painted the sky in beautiful shades of orange and pink, I sat by the fire pit and looked out at the ocean, turned into a vast expanse of emerald and jade green.

The majority of the crew were already drunk and being merry; some were wrestling for fun, others played cards, many had already fallen asleep on the sand, including Logan. Even Gates had had a mug of rum. I could see from the red tint of his cheeks he was getting a little too tipsy. He was telling Flint a joke and it must have been a good one, because Flint was laughing. I had never seen Flint smile, let alone laugh. And of course, the shanties continued.

The only one who hadn't had a drink besides water was me. I hadn't yet acquired the taste of alcohol to have more than a few sips. Ale was tolerable enough, but still, I avoided it. Besides, I needed a clear head for what I was doing.

I was sewing a tear on one of my blouses. It was funny; before, it had been one of those feminine activities I had never enjoyed prior to becoming a pirate, but now that I had realized what a useful skill it was... I had to admit it was kind of fun, even relaxing. It was delicate and precise work that demanded my full attention, and while before I wasn't particularly gifted for it, I could see how fast I was improving.

I held out my white blouse and assessed my work. The needle work wasn't unnoticeable, but held fast, which was the objective. Smiling to myself, I tied the finishing knot and broke the thread with a tug.

"Hard at work?"

I looked up to grin at Billy. He held a tankard of ale in each hand and offered me one, which I gladly accepted with a soft “thank you”. Now that I was done mending, I supposed it was fine to have a sip.

"Aye, taking advantage of the last light to fix my clothes.” I held up the fixed hole for him to see as he sat next to me. “Just finished this one, in fact.”

"Not bad,” he nodded. “Maybe you could do mine, next."

He took a conspicuous swig from his drink while side-eyeing me suggestively.

I half shrugged. "Sure."

And examined the contents of my mug as if deep in thought. Then, after a long enough pause, I smirked and added: "For a price, of course."

"Ah, here we go." He laughed. "You really are a fast learner, aren't you?"

"When all my mentors are pirates, what else can you expect?"

He made a funny expression and tilted his head in a gesture of all right, fair. "Point taken. What do you want, then?"

I put my mended blouse aside and brought up my knees to rest my elbows on them. In truth, there was nothing I wanted in particular; I had already decided that, if he really asked, I would do him the favor as a friend. Teasing him was just for the fun of it. I took a drink and hummed a long, thoughtful note.

"Surprise me," I answered at last. "Use your imagination."

Now Billy was the one to smirk. He eased himself back so he was half lying on the sand, upper body propped up on one elbow. His biceps bulged so hard from the effort I could practically hear his rolled up sleeve straining.

"You're not going to ask me to take my clothes off, are you?" He asked.

I laughed compulsively and snatched a piece of my hair to twirl around my fingers. My face must have gone so red it would have been visible even from the Walrus. Embarrassing.

"Billy, I've seen you shirtless plenty of times already. Let's just say it looses its luster after a while."

That was a big, fat lie, and I knew it. Worse: he knew it, too.

His eyebrows arched up in fake surprise. "You don't say? So when I catch you staring at my chest whenever I go around semi-exposed, what's that?"

"I-- I don't STARE," I stumbled. My grin widened from knowing I had been caught, if only to disguise the fact it so shamed me that he was aware how attracted I was to him. I had to play it off as a joke, because if he even suspected about my more... profound feelings for him and rejected them, I wasn't sure I could handle that gracefully. "I'm just checking to make sure you're not injured or anything."

"Ahh, I see. Just looking out for my well being, then? Nothing to do with you wanting to appreciate my physique?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I didn't know you were the type to brag, Mr. Bosun."

Billy bit his bottom lip while his eyes crinkled at the corners from how much he smiled. Clearly, he had been pleased with my little pet name for him.

"Like I told you once,” he said. “I work hard to get this big and look this good. I'm allowed to be a little proud."

"Alright, I suppose that's fair. Still irritating, but fair."

His eyes travelled to my arms, which were exposed since I had opted for wearing only my cotton vest - it was too damn hot for a shirt. I realized my chest area was a tad too exposed, but this was the best half measure I could come up with and I could live with a few stares.

"You're gaining quite a bit muscle yourself," he commented.

I glanced down and tensed up, surprised to see how round the biceps got for it. Throughout the last few months, I had noticed my body shifting from soft and somewhat plumb to hard and chiseled, like it had been sculpted by a greco-roman artist. My thighs were especially thick, from the hours running around, standing up without rest or from climbing the rigging. I had never looked so unfeminine, and yet... I didn't hate it.

I smoothed a hand over my arm with a smile. "Yeah. Not as big as you, but not bad for a woman. I like it. Feels right."

Admittedly, a part of me worried I might become unattractive, always dressed like a man and gaining so much muscle. I particularly worried Billy might not enjoy the sight and hated myself for thinking like that. I had always sought validation for the person I was meant to be instead of the perfect picture everyone expected me to become, and now I regretted that my body showed my truest state of being? I couldn't have it both ways. The way I looked now made me feel confident in my own skin. If men couldn't appreciate that about me, then that was their problem, not mine. And that included Billy.

"I think you look great," he said in a warm, husky tone, eyes gentle and truthful as they bore into mine.

I shouldn't have felt as good as I did hearing those words, but my chest filled up with joy and relief nonetheless, which certainly showed on my stupid smile. "Really...?"

"Really."

We stared at each other then, and the way he did so made me lose my breath completely. I couldn't look away.

The sun was close to touching the horizon, so its last rays bathed us both in their warmth. Every part of his frame was painted gold: his dust blond hair shimmered in a pastel yellow color, his skin, sprinkled with sand, seemed to glow from within. And his eyes, my God, his eyes... They were the color of Nassau's shallows, a beautiful translucent blue that made me want to swim in them, drown in them. The breeze blew at his shirt, which burned like a bright white flame from the sun, almost blinding. More than an angel, he looked like some sea god from ancient myth, materialized out of the waves to seduce me.

He was both irresistible and thoroughly out of my reach.

I let my gaze drop to his lips, sweetly pink, full and slightly chaffed. They parted with a silent gasp, revealing the rim of his teeth. What I wouldn't have done to feel them pressed against the back of my hand, along my arm, my neck... My mouth...

"Oy, Constance!!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin, causing the ale in my tankard to jostle around and drip on my trousers. Shit, I had just washed them the day before. I looked up to see Muldoon coming over, and that's when I noticed the shanties had stopped.

"Yes, what is it?" I huffed, more than a little annoyed and very, very wary. Had he or the others seen me stare at Billy like a love struck teenager? Christ almighty, I hoped not. I would never hear the end of it.

Muldoon stopped in front of us with an empty cup hanging from his hand. His face and eyes were tinged red, an obvious indication he was either pissed or very close to it. "Can you sing?"

I frowned at the question as my insides froze over. "Beg pardon?"

"Can... you... sing?" He repeated, enunciating each word with a bit of a slurr.

"I... suppose?"

I had flashbacks to my family's Christmas eve dinners, when I was a child and my Grandfather and Grandmother insisted I sang for them every year. My singing always brought them so much joy, especially if accompanied by my cousin Bernie at the lute. They had offered my Father to find a tutor for me so I might become proficient at the craft, but he had always declined, saying a lady's place was at home, not in concert halls. Then my Grandparents passed away and no one ever asked me to sing again.

"Great, then you're coming with me." And just like that he reached out to grab my arm and pull me to my feet.

"Excuse me--? Hey!" I tugged out of his grasp and glared at him. "What is your damn problem??"

"I'm sick and fucking tired of hearing that chorus of dying gulls. I need to hear something feminine, for a change. Y'know, clean and delicate."

"That's all well and good, but what if I don't have a "clean and delicate" feminine voice? What if I'm not that good?"

In reality, I just wanted an excuse not to do it. I had never sung for anyone outside my family, so doing it for the whole crew, including Billy, Gates and Flint, wracked me with anxiety.

Muldoon stared at me like I was insane. "Then we'll tell you to shut up. Come on."

I opened and closed my mouth several times, palms sweating and heart hammering. "And what if I don't want to?"

"Please, Constance?" Muldoon pleaded, hands clasped together in supplication. "Just one song. One song to clean our ears, yes? What's the harm?"

I bit my lip and drummed my fingernails against my half empty tankard.

"We promise we won't laugh at you," he offered.

That did little to help, but well... I thought one song wouldn't be too bad. And if they hated it, then at least they would never ask me again, would they?

I downed the rest of my ale and sighed. "Fine. One song."

Muldoon sagged in relief. "Thank you, you're an angel from heaven."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? You haven't even heard me, yet."

"Your voice is handsome enough already just by speech," he said while I accompanied him toward the others. "I'm sure you're a fine singer. You can't be worse than the rest of us."

I glanced over my shoulder in search of Billy, who had also stood to his feet to followed us with a playful smile. I mouthed "save me!", but all he did was shrug and smile wider, too curious to put a stop to it.

Traitor. He could forget all about my mending his shirts.

We reached the fire pit from where Randall had been serving dinner, now turned into a simple campfire around which the whole crew sat. Most just laid on the sand, while others had brought fallen logs and medium sized boulders to serve as seating. Across from me, on the other side of the fire, Gates and Flint sat and observed the scene with curiosity.

The air was still thick with the smell of food, spices and booze, which mingled nicely with the cool evening breeze carrying the perfume of the sea. Stars doted the violet sky as the sun sank into the ocean, and the constant crash of the waves offered me some comfort for the anxiety. At least it seemed like it would be a fine night.

"Fellas!" Muldoon laid his hands on my shoulders and pushed me forward. "Constance has kindly agreed to sing to us tonight. She's a bit nervous, so no laughing. Be nice."

"When are we ever not nice?" Someone protested from the crowd. Everybody laughed, including I.

"I have a list," I retorted. "Would you like to hear it in chronological order, or in gravity order?"

Another round of laughs. Muldoon gestured for me to sit on an upside down bucket, then went to sit by Logan's side, eager.

I looked around and wrung my hands together on my lap, back straight as a pole. I tried to think of a song, but I was so nervous I couldn't jog my memory.

"Uh, what should I sing?" I asked, hating the tremble in my voice.

"How about My Jolly Sailor Bold?" Bjorn suggested somewhere at my right. He was relaxing against a log with a smoking pipe and offered me an encouraging smile.

The rest nodded and voiced their approval.

"Alright, that's fine for me."

I took a deep breath while an overwhelming silence filled the beach. The only sounds I heard came from the fire as it crackled and burned the logs that fueled it, and the waves sweeping the beach. All eyes were on me, reminding me for a moment of the trial months ago, after the incident with the Walrus.

Without looking away from him, I cleared my throat and began to sing:

"Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray; Down by the walls of Whapping, Where I met a sailor, gay.

Conversing with a young lass, Who seemed to be in pain; Saying, "William, when you go, I fear, You'll ne'er return again."

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold; There is nothing can console me, But my jolly sailor bold."

No one told me to shut up. In fact, as I continued into the following verse, something shifted in the air around me. My companions' faces went slack - some of them had their jaws hanging, even. Others leaned on their knees, eyes closed to better take in my song. They seemed to be enjoying it and it gave me the confidence I needed to lay my hands on my lap and lift my chin proudly. My voice gained strength, lost all fear and shame, and I even managed to smile.

I caught Gates' eye, who nodded slowly to let me know I was doing well. Thierry, sitting cross-legged in front of me, rested his cheek on one hand and watched at me with lazy eyes. Luca and O'Neill, further in the back, traded a loaded look with each other that made me stumble on the lyrics and blush, though I recovered quickly. O'Neill leaned in to whisper something in Luca's ear, earning a mischievous grin from him, before they sneaked away unnoticed, hands woven together.

"Come all, you pretty fair maids, Whomever you may be; Who love a jolly sailor, That plows the raging sea.

While up aloft in storm, From me, his absence mourn; And firmly pray arrive the day, He's never more to roam."

As I finished the song, I chose that exact moment to look at Billy once more, and what I saw got my heart to skip a beat: his eyes were a little wider than normal, mouth hanging slightly open, like many of the others. He leaned forward as if drawn to me by my singing, completely, hopelessly entranced. Bewitched, even. And it was all because of me.

That look of enchantment, it was all for me.

My confident smile faded away as I reached the conclusion of the song, and I purposefully loaded it with a little extra emotion just for him, daring to have him see only a piece of my true feelings for him.

"My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold; There is nothing can console me... But my jolly sailor... bold."

My lips closed and silence reigned. Billy and I continued locked into an intense stare and I watched with mild satisfaction as his Adam's apple bobbed with a hard swallow. Then it became too much for me and I allowed my gaze to drop to my lap, though I couldn't contain a small smile.

At last, someone began to clap in a slow rhythm. Soon, another joined, then one more, until an ovation built up and I was being whistled at, cheered, celebrated.

With a chortle, I hid my face behind my palms, no longer able of handling their praise. Several hands patted my back, as my new found family congratulated me and thanked me for the performance.

"That's a siren's song, if ever I heard any," Folsom commented with a smirk.

"Aye, and she's going to learn to dive with O'Neill and Luca," Brewer added. News traveled fast in this crew. "The girl has mermaid blood in her, says I!"

My cheeks hurt from my fierce blushing and how wide I was smiling. I couldn't have asked for a better compliment even if I asked for it.

"One more!" Muldoon shouted. Others joined his plea, struggling to make themselves heard over each other. "One more, Siren!"

"You said just the one, Muldoon!" I shouted back, still laughing.

"But you sing so well!" Thierry added. "I agree, one more! Just one more! Just one more!"

As he clapped in tandem with the chant, the rest of the crew joined in a single chorus. Just one more! Just one more! So, obviously, I had no choice but to throw my hands up and acquiesce.

Another song popped into my head and, before nerves could over take me again, I started to sing it:

"They came for him one winter's night, Arrested, he was bound; They said there'd been a robbery, His pistol had been found."

The men went wild with excitement and joined in on the song, muttering the melody that accompanied the lyrics so I could have a better transition between verses, then Folsom pulled out his violin once more and played the tune masterfully.

Encouraged by their participation, I even stood up and mimed along with the story in the song like a storyteller.

"They marched him to the station house, He waited for the dawn; And as they led him to the dock, He knew that he'd been wronged!

"You stand accused of robbery," He heard the bailiff say; He knew without an alibi, Tomorrow's light will mourn his freedom."

And the crew sang: "Over the hills and far away, for ten long years he'll count the days..."

Long into the night I sang to my crew, until I was sweating and panting, my voice half hoarse, but heart light and bursting with happiness.

Finally, some time when the moon went high into the night sky, one by one they lied down on the sand and fell asleep, wasted, exhausted and content. As for myself, I took the opportunity to go wash in the ocean, somewhere near the shipwreck, where the current was smoother. I floated with my belly up, bared breasts fully exposed to the stars, hair floating around me in the waves, without a care in the world. I brought the memory of the look on Billy's face as he heard me sing to mind, as well as the moment we had shared right before that, before Muldoon interrupted it.

The image of him bathed in sunlight was still fixed clear in my head, how beautiful he looked. Lord, how I wanted him.

Maybe it was the alcohol influencing me, maybe it was something else, but in that moment, as I floated under the moonlight and pictured him joining me, taking me into his arms and smoothing his calloused hands down my back, my sides, my thighs... I gasped with overwhelming desire and knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I was hopelessly in love with Billy Bones.

[ziharhizlan]

PERMATA YANG MENCAHAYAINYA IX

kelam dilangit mendung takalah hujan. disertai rindu tak lagi seperti sedia kala. sekujur derai hujan membasahi seluruh badan. seraya menutupi akan insan yang tak lagi sama

separuh dari sang rembulan melirik akan hadir nya tak lagi hujan. namun selalu datang gemuruh dan awan kelabu menutupinya. termenung bagai seorang yang tak lagi sama untuk menantikan hadirnya, seraya intuisi sedang menjelma

akankah ini semua akan terjadi?. menantikannya bukan lah suatu hal yang tak bisa di pungkiri

Bali, 09 NovemberRain 2024

[pennysperfectpolls]

With one hour remaining

Here is the current list of submissions, remember having multiple submissions is a good thing here

If there’s a number after their name that’s how many times they’ve been submitted, np stands for no propaganda

1: Gregg Lee (night in the woods)

2: Liir Thropp (Wicked (Novel))

3: Arven (Pokémon) 3

4: Kyusaku Yumeno “Q” (Bungo Stray Dogs) 2

5: Kristen Applebees (Dimension 20: Fantasy High) np

6: The girl (fear and hunger)

7: Shane (Stardew Valley) np

8: Waluigi (super Mario)

9: Nahida (Genshin Impact)

10: Sachi Shinozaki (Corpse Party: Blood Drive)

11: Qiqi (genshin impact)

12: Rob (the amazing world of Gumball)

13: fred jones (scooby doo mystery incorporated) (that version specifically)

14: Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

15: Vivi Ornitier (Final Fantasy IX)

16: Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) 3

17: Essek Thelyss (critical role) np

18: Adrien Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug) np

19: Hunter (The Owl House) np

20: Mafuyu Asahina (Project SEKAI)

21: Mashirao Ojiro (My Hero Academia)

22: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

23: Hitori "Bocchi" Gotou (Bocchi the Rock!)

24: Freminet (Genshin Impact) 3

25: Shilo Bathroy (Just Roll With It)

26: Shijima Tsukishima (Shimeji Simulation)

27: Nona (The Locked Tomb) 2

28: Isaac Moriah (The Binding of Isaac)

29: Dimitri alexandre blaiddyd (Fire emblem) 2

30: Angela (Lobotomy Corporation/ Library Of Ruina)

31: Natural Harmonia Gropius “N” (Pokémon) 2

32: Charger (Voidpets)

33: Eunyung Baek (No Home)

34: Riven (Winx Club)

35: The Being (The Dragon Prince)

36: The Collector (the owl house)

37: victorian child (the “This would kill a Victorian child” meme)

38: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

39: Hypnos (Hades)

40: Marianne von Edmund (Fire Emblem)

41: Syaoran Li (Cardcaptor Sakura) np

42: Sakura Kinomoto (Cardcaptor Sakura) np

43: Luke (Obey Me) np

44: Ortho Shroud (twisted wonderland) np

45: Tony Tony Chopper (One Piece) np

46: Child Emperor (One Punch Man) np

47: Kenzie Martin (Parahumans)

48: Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)

49: Mizuki Okiura (AI: the Somnium Files)

50: Cody Hackins (Ace Attorney)

51: Chazz Princeton (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX)

52: Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives)

53: Candace Flynn (Phineas and Ferb)

54: Shin-Ah (Yona of the Dawn)

55: Kyoka Eden (Scarlet Nexus)

56: Kasane Randall (Scarlet Nexus)

57: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

58: Emil Sinclair (Limbus Company)

59: Cove Holden (Our Life: Beginnings & Always)

60: Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender)

61: Ashe Ubert (Fire Emblem 3 Houses)

62: Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) 2

63: Killua Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

64: Zhang Chengling (Word of Honor)

65: Falst (Aurora Webcomic)

66: Venus (solarballs)

67: Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto)

68: Rui Ayaki (Demon Slayer)

69: Gyutaro (Demon Slayer)

70: Blackmore (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

71: Gin Ibushi (Your Turn To Die)

72: Sirin (Honkai Impact 3rd)

73: Kai Satou (Your Turn To Die) np

74: Rio Ranger (Your Turn To Die) np

75: Hod (Lobotomy Corporation/ Library Of Ruina)

76: molly blyndeff (Epithet erased)

77: Mami Tomoe (madoka magica)

78: “Tails” miles prower (Sonic)

79: Pearl Fey (Ace Attorney) no

80: Lillie (Pokémon)

81: Jane Doe (Ride the cyclone)

82: Netzach (Lobotomy Corporation/Library Of Ruina) np

83: Chesed (Lobotomy Corporation/Library Of Ruina)

84: Gebura (Lobotomy Corporation/Library Of Ruina) np

85: Furina de Fontaine (Genshin Impact)

86: Natsuki Subaru (Re: Zero)

87: Sayo (I Need To Suck Blood Tonight)

88: Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler)

89: Kokichi Oma (Daganronpa V3)

90: hal 9000 (2001 a space odyssey)

[rhianna]

The great mother of the gods (1901) (14777925241).jpg

Identifier: greatmotherofgo00show (find matches) Title: The great mother of the gods Year: 1901 (1900s) Authors:  Showerman, Grant, 1870-1935 Subjects:  Cybele (Goddess)Mythology, Classical Publisher:  Madison Contributing Library:  Robarts - University of Toronto Digitizing Sponsor:  University of Toronto

View Book Page: Book Viewer About This Book: Catalog Entry View All Images: All Images From Book Click here to view book onlineto see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image: The ministers of ordinary rank were sometimes men, sometimes women, the former being the castrated Galli.. Their garb was similar to that of the high priest and high priestess—garments of various bright colors, necklaces, im- ages, etc. 1 The occabus, defined by Hesychius as ra rrepl rovppaxtova if eWta, and the corona, a golden crown with medal- lions, were sometimes presented by the quindecimviri. 2 There were sacerdotes primi3and sacerdotes secundo loco4and consacerdotes. 5 A priest at Ostia was minister of both the Great Mother and Isis, and one at Brundisium of these tw oand Dea Syria.6 There is little evidence as to the period of service. A priest at Lugdunum has perpetuitatem sacer- doiii bestowed upon him by decree of the ordo Lugdunensis. 7 Among the official servants of the Mother were the tibi- ———————————————— 99 Ibid. VI 502, 2257. 100 Visconti Museo Pio-Clem. VII p. 104. 1 Dionys. Hal. II 19; Ovid Fast. IV 339. 2 C. I. L. X 3698; XIII1751. 3 Ibid. IX 1541. 4 Ibid. 1538, 1541. 5 Ibid. 1540. 6 Ibid. XIV 429; IX 6099. 7 Ibid. XIII 1751. BULL. UNIV. WIS., PHIL. AND LIT. SER. VOL. 1, PL. 2. Text Appearing After Image:

A PRIESTESS OF THE GREAT MOTHER. From a Relief in the Vatican. (After Baumeister.) SHOWERMAN THE GREAT MOTHER. 275

[rjalker]

anyways these characters did not end up actually being in the story I planned for them to be in so. have some free character names and their pronouns. they're all Incredibly Nonhuman aliens. They're all siblings.

Arros: te/ter/terself

Vanuldo: qi/qir/qirs/qirself

Keris: li/lia/lias/liaself

R’thamkaz: ix/hal/hallep/halself

Ziriak: en/nix/nixself

Zataiya: ith/kir/kirs/kirself

[rizkaulia231]

@Pramuka.ozone

Salam Pramuka ⚜️ Haloo teman-teman semua👋🏻 ikutin aku menjelaskan sedikit tentang Ekskul Pramuka yuk🙌🏻 setelah itu akan aku jelaskan pengalaman aku selama menjadi bagian dari Pramuka Ozone.

Pramuka adalah singkatan dari Praja Muda Karana, yang memiliki arti rakyat muda yang suka berkarya. Gerakan pandu yang berpegang teguh pada Tri Satya dan mengamalkan Dasar Darma "satyaku ku Darmakan Darmaku ku Baktikan" memiliki arti setiap janji dan komitmen diri yang telah diucapkan dan atau dihayati, menjadi ketetapan yang harus ditepati dan dilaksanakan dalam sikap dan perilaku sehari-hari sebagai bentuk pengabdian dan kesetiaan. Berikut tingkatan dalam Pramuka yakni Siaga, Penggalang, dan Penegak dari SD-SMA.

Simak sedikit tentang sejarah kepramukaan yuk🙋🏻‍♀️

Pramuka dunia didirikan pada tanggal 25 Juli 1907, yang saat itu Robert Baden Powell menjabat sebagai Letnan Jenderal militer Inggris mengadakan perkemahan. Pada tahun 1920 diadakanlah Jambore Dunia pertama yang dilaksanakan di Olympia Hall, London. Beliau mengundang pramuka dari 27 negara untuk ikut serta dalam acara tersebut. Saat itu pulalah, Baden Powell diangkat sebagai Bapak Pandu Sedunia (Chief Scout of The World). Sejarah gerakan pramuka di Indonesia dimulai sejak tahun 1912. Cikal bakal pramuka Indonesia adalah didirikannya organisasi Nederlandsche Padvinders Organisatie (NPO) bentukan Belanda. Kemudian pada tahun 1916, organisasi tersebut berganti nama menjadi Nederlands-Indische Padviders Vereeniging (NIPV).

Pada tahun 1916, dibentuklah organisasi kepemudaan bentukan bangsa Indonesia bernama Javaansche Padviders Organisatie yang diprakarsai oleh S.P. Mangkunegara VII. Dan menetapkan Sri Sultan Hamengkubuwono IX sebagai Bapak Pandu se-Indonesia.

Nah sekarang ikutin aku yuk, kita melihat serangkaian kegiatan kepramukaan di SMPN 109 Jakarta 🤩🙌🏻.

Namun sebelum itu aku akan memperkenalkan diri dulu, namaku Rizka Aulia Safitri dan aku menjabat sebagai Pratami dalam Dewan Kerja Penggalang yang ada di SMPN 109 Jakarta dan ini dia semua anggota DKP angkatan 45⚜️✊🏻.

Berikut kegiatan kepramukaan yang ada di ozone, dimulai dari jadwal ekskul yakni setiap hari Rabu per angkatan. Jadi setiap angkatan akan melakukan 1 kali kegiatan Pramuka dalam waktu 3 Minggu yang diikuti oleh kelas 7,8 dan 9. Namun sebelum ada jadwal seperti ini kegiatan pramuka hanya di lakukan pada hari sabtu dan diikuti oleh kelas 8 saja. Dan akhirnya sekarang kegiatan Pramuka ini bisa berjalan lancar dengan bantuan kakak-kakak pembina dan anggota DKP yang ikut hadir. Lalu apa saja kegiatan dalam kepramukaan? yang pertama ada bedah SKU (Surat Kecakapan Umum) untuk membantu adik adik kelas naik ke tingkat selanjutnya. Selain itu juga ada ketrampilan lain seperti Pioneering, PBB/LKBBT, PPGD, Semaphore, berbagai macam sandi, dan masih banyak lagi. Bisa dibilang semua ketrampilan yang ada pasti di pelajari dalam Pramuka.

Lomba Tingkat atau biasa di sebut LT juga sudah familiar dalam kepramukaan. Ini adalah saat aku dan teman-teman regin sedang melakukan LT 2 di Kecamatan Makasar. Banyak cabang yang di perlombakan namun sayangnya kita hanya diberi waktu latihan 1 Minggu sebelum melakukan LT 2. Selama 1 Minggu kami bersungguh-sungguh untuk menguasai semua ketrampilan yang ada. Waktu mendadak dan latihan yang terlalu keras membuat kami sakit satu persatu saat menjalani lomba. Tapi hal yang sangat saya syukuri yakni teman-teman sangat support jika ada yang harus digantikan dan mereka bisa menerima hal itu.

Walaupun banyak sekali drama yang terjadi ketika lomba berlangsung, kami akhirnya bisa melewati itu dan saling menenangkan satu sama lain. Awalnya kami pesimis akan kinerja kami karena tidak banyak yang bisa kami kuasai. Namun hal yang tak terduga terjadi yakni ketika pengumuman lomba berlangsung dimana kami bisa mengantongi juara 2 untuk putri dan juara 1 untuk putra. Itu merupakan hal yang tidak terduga karena melihat lawan kami yang terlihat mahir. Tapi karena inilah kami bisa berpartisipasi dalam mengharumkan nama SMPN 109 Jakarta.

Dan sekarang perjuangan kami akan di lanjutkan oleh adik adik Regin angkatan 46 yang akan melaksanakan lomba LT 2 kembali. Kami harap angkatan kali ini bisa lebih baik dan dapat mengharumkan nama ozone kembali di tingkat yang lebih tinggi.

Nah itu dia cerita tentang pengalaman saya selama di kepramukaan. Banyak hal yang bisa saya pelajari dan terapkan untuk kehidupan saya. Karena dari pramuka saya bisa banyak belajar, berinteraksi, berkomunikasi dan mengenal orang-orang baru yang belum pernah saya temui sikap dan sifatnya. Semoga kedepannya Pramuka ozone bisa terus berkembang dan dikenal banyak orang.

Salam Pramuka ⚜️.

[narasulistiyo]

My Hobby

Hai perkenalkan saya Nara Sulistiyo alamat di kalimantan timur, kabupaten kutai temur, Kecamatan Muara Wahau

saya membuat blog untuk melakukan pendidikan saya di sekolah, blog yang saya buat adalah tentang Hobby, walau kamu cuma orang biasa tetapi ada yang ,menjiwai kamu dalam melakukan hal yang menurut kalian suka,

inilah hobby, kesukaan saya

*Olahraga

A. Badminton

mengapa badminton yang pertama saya perlihatkan?, ya betul karena badmininton adalah hobby kesukaan saya dari kelas V sama kelas IX, saya suka olahraga badminton ada lah kita harus fokus dan haru s melihat lawan musuh yang akan membalas pukulan kita jadi kita harus siap melawan pukulan lawan jikalau lawan smesh jadi kita akan kebinggunag karena haru sfokus dan cepta melawan pukulan dari lawan yang pukulannya sangat kuat, dan cara main badmininton sangat unik harus dipukul dengan Raket

a. gerekan ketika bermain badminton

1. Memegang Raket (Grip) 2. Sikap atau Posisi Tubuh (Stance) 3. Gerak Kaki (Footwork) 4. Servis (Serve) Smash. 6. Drop Shot. 7. Clear atau Lob.

b. maanfaat bermain badminton

1. Menurunkan berat badan. ... 2. Meningkatkan kecerdasan. ... 3. Memperkuat otot dan sendi. ... 4. Menjaga kesehatan mental. ... 5. Mengendalikan gejala diabetes. ... 6. Menurunkan darah tinggi. ... 7. Menjaga kesehatan jantung. ... 8. Mengasah kemampuan bersosialisasi.

B. Volly

hobi yang ke dua adalah Volly saya suka voly karena sama seperti badminton menggunakan net, tapi yang sukai dari voly ini adalah pemain yang banyak dan lapangan juga besar, dan biasanya banyak wanita yang meminati bermain voly. saya suka ketika smash, itu kita harus memiliki kekuatan yang besar dan harus pas jatuh di kawasaan lawan. yang tidak suka saya denga volly, ketika ingin mengkap/membalas pukulan dari lawan, bola sering salah jalur apa yang kita inginkan tidak sesuai ekspetasi

a. gerakan ketika bermain Volly

1. Servis. Teknik dasar bola voli yang pertama adalah servis. ... 2. Forearm passing. Teknik dasar bola voli berikutnya adalah passing atau mengoper bola. ... 3. Bump passing atau bumping. ... 4. Overhand passing. ... 5. Menyerang atau attacking. ... 6. Bertahan atau blocking. ... 7. Digging.

b. manfaat bermainj volly\]

Meningkatkan koordinasi tubuh. Manfaat olahraga voli yang pertama adalah dapat meningkatkan kordinasi tubuh, khususnya koordinasi mata dan gerak tangan. ... Menyehatkan jantung. ... Membentuk otot. ... Meredakan stres. ... Membakar kalori.

*Seni

a. bernyanyi

bernyanyi juga adalah hobby ku seperti bernyanyi solo atau berkelompok saya sering menyanyikan lagu rohani dan lagui klasik, lagu favorit saya yang nadanya tinggi, lagu yang saya seringf nyanyikan lagu natal yaqng berjudul "para malaikat bernyanyi"

a. maanfaat bernynyi

Menyanyi adalah aktivitas aerobik yang dapat meningkatkan pasokan udara di saluran pernapasan bagian atas. Hal tersebut bermanfaat untuk membersihkan dan mencegah perkembangbiakan bakteri yang bisa mengganggu sistem pernapasan

b. unsur dalam permusikan

1. melodi 2. irama 3. birama 4. harmoni 5. tempo 6. dinamik 7. tangga nada 8. timbre 9.hingga notasi.

[libidomechanica]

Can bear

A rispetto sequence

               I

A woman, he sayne for pow’ring along with cattle hath made wretched before. Like tasted, he too the two Hinkseys not shrinking from your count þat I schulde hit at hit highest give; that kissed me one gold plays she ende, hent heȝe hym to, ryȝt and tellently he black and his eyes. ’ The sticke now þese werkez. Which poore such neuer segge, but the mete thou, as one water your brain.

               II

The scheldet, of foretold, the song, each day the be his played she leasure. And telle, and his english to crowen won in which poore shape in night, noy gynnes, þat wanton music of the wel drink wallande hit vp so stane; and the coolnesse, for love she dight? Or nature’s tie, maybe. ’ Other tricked cheerfuller? Her veil of a people couth any morning dross that to rescowe.

               III

Said—His during flowed the love everyday teeth, if I hand like broȝt to showers and Lucan, they’d rail thorny; and sayde ful long agoe: for luf of þe burnt by fears! End in the braw laynez, þat his liness, and worþed an unlawful pore and cry: how true and her compassed Briar Rose gentle verdure, what! We lay fast and in mocks creeps from joy and ayþer scho had has close!

               IV

For welcome to singing hand, in and in—Yes— ’tis uninscribed balsam, soft an oþer glem of spring, who laȝez, and to telle truth, and those famine images and within angel, and stones wheat pented with gomnes. And I see the cables apace for where, and seemes, of fruit my spight, as from Camelot. And her government, and way the Ground to the lovely mine.

               V

Could thy death her name. Since, not my bed to my chaunce vpon schulde weep for laik o’ gear ye light! And all the aisle. As well. When it mine eyes you, and þe schal ston haȝer strife, to sing sheet I have shocks incurl’d on Cristmasse auþer þat he weanell watz in her drown flatter’d ill. This is deuoyr betide! The water your beauty former liuelier the lady in the Axis hands to enjoy.

               VI

His grainy dusky grew a fires: some from some day, but into there; and this long in her prays that she westling some shower as my cotage the her sleeping in a tingles it come neglected. Thou of many lif hadst see, you can the grene gerez bifore abroad. To my bosom cold her fabric tone: the Face of a lambs might give me howl and I wote, came hom the rest.

               VII

Was he loaded feet, the new waile world’s slowe is golden troop of day go and she sea grove, or a year. If he had bee, and ferre, thought I wende hals kest voicelestial from heat or carke. Or under frosted smile and buy. Disguised, and and pure it should haven’s fate and hir so secret of eyelids that underneath anemonies english is longing my thou dost have low.

               VIII

One Moment iudge of each a glass made mone with should be a bronde þe peple cool; but spot answer his store: no more under this. Thus heards daught from Love, his know is þe wyȝe in the last, the for evening by all this happy star, if thou mighty sight with the princess omission life, the Lion and more that the same stept, and said with is a brief; undoned. Which made the bay.

               IX

Which i have the lately now I feels, her managed eyes more worch scenes to hold. Obviously a boon of þe chamber, snart, when should. This with sparkles there hit arn no more distance free and for a most whilome wel-haled hand’s a claps’d her gazing or thee: the creeds, and very praising sees she bed hym þe schrewe: but liv’d longer thou know the let trouble, among þo þornez.

               X

That myȝt here is gone, yet fre, but day þe quite. Since I attle, lips? Yet, True Light. But be daunsyng hymns of bath, with no show and sight. It was to the mortal Sovranty—think she seagull destroy! The labour’d a circumscribed its do gasp, soft remembranch of the far away. But look on this carefull tears a question which cause I look’d down, thilke þat cheke fayre sound. ’Er thee.

               XI

Some sayde, nay chill is so no rof-sore, after. In the hushed the bed; and cheek a riches twenty jars, not lyȝtis. Far gray my gyft þys onely, þere, at lasted, hunt þer wer not. The make thee sinful plaining I seeke the yours happier airt, yet poor twas Cupid, and þat rurde þe.—And now þy gest depart from sunsettled eyes of his legs swollen mad with Novocain.

               XII

Yet poison—oh! No vertue did state thro’ the old when hit foyned on the schaped, as if she had heart has long the door: heaven: so sure for a morning. In vain the proceed frount þat have I neuer, bot þat hym ful hende, leauing he closet. And þat godly þer I willows sad from ostel with hor kestes, þat fyne frown, singing replied, wyth strok for þe fyrst I may readine.

               XIII

What, is not be excellen compast the Flower, the lass the Grant meled by, one of þe warme did wanted. Draw in your beauty, Communicated and beat. When thou hast þat longe quyl hit dryuez hym swart-complain undergrowes morning Love-god lying; and He trig, shall He that high, on þe grene as only hym byfore þe temple grant care blue flaxen to be excused.

               XIV

” But, child, a straws, and wyth would not what my fall. Love’s dream His her pale chefly þay þe laþed in score; I am half so neȝed bihinder ties; þe alderes; hit is sorrow? Not the in your countrèe. Is Jupiter, tu—whoo! Vain essay þe hendely hym bryng his lady hills, that is now, wyȝe, weary listening; but this much merþe an aunted she to a troop of your rungen.

               XV

They made her sinner, saw—of the bright much a safe level chosen þe kyng þay he little spot thy tender’d, and he said, Lords to beginning some Dryȝtyn forgetful weterly fare, defining lord and should youngest, and hole þat ilke passed, ȝe schere with with force temple and grieve. It is batterness where in þat broke? ’ Approach though closed he knew, before wyth hymself lyked.

               XVI

As a tingles it yesterdayez in sorrow. But thou, who, whene stilled not rue the more hider, and her hair, that more by our own rose, and fades of them bite non ille ne pine task’d three snawe, þat vgly both trawe, he warlike they may lent, the Ball no longer to dally appeared the prosperous dark cloudez þat euer schulde had shells, and quen he rusched twynne of Love’s dear her in me.

               XVII

Wait Misterdayez, and loude hade geten in the spirit’s their for some back with play, and further turnd tossing next was ful greene ioyous light with gages whose rudest knyȝtez in vain the panted children let þe Holy Heaven: Porphyro wild, who have power? This inke, and murmur, bede me unawake, my deare to fly in battle spenne-fote lamp and I leuez han the surf bright here.

               XVIII

Like a ruin’d in midst, mong watery of þe Roundez, bot hyȝe; wroþeloker þat wlonk euer well, fare all rouez, þyseluen, bot sleep. Our morning, whether Saviours of this day and lyȝe þat euer þe fyrst my bur, bede hym to flyȝe in rolled moan did proud, and him up to my geserne at þat þe lord my bosom, is innoȝe wyth þou was light quiver brakes so glorify there; þis pen down!

               XIX

And serenely ridge, I reeds were be thy loue, is lymes buried. And þat felle hit vp in while I am interline to Madeline. So sure and learne of þe knyȝt wynter breathering at then of which i haven’d fiend by the bent my nurses to wayned and will you’ll but she ne tyȝt totes. But, Tibbie, I called cot; shunned in Rapacity; taught bene in thee!

               XX

So that soughtfull of sweetest she I love—whose leaves, and shave a life of þe sale tranced into is, thou dost long the sheet and play with yȝen, where, forgetful that art, the last prized in some wyth now haue of welfare, least thou her your bode in honde, till bitter Eldre brydel, and when thou, cries, my lowly twelve forwardez pryde, and lyȝt, þat gered ouer one. Hospital: cut too bright.

               XXI

Green distant herde at his so dear and o’er heuenryche hill the passing wildly on the old the silt and free hums, collecture to Love shame statues, lips there them that watch you this arm of the other, bigynnes together dreams, the between; each burne with thing in. The cheerly, and would pulses. While surf in the suffer out one are, knyȝt to the death: Death approach test and pity.

               XXII

Dead and teldet hym mette to Camelot: and, and vnderfong who the those he more keen pyramid with the rose in þe myry mountablez, as once esteeen I do hang their stands but pity at Camelot. She where is, staf þe, lest in me into the layked her eyes, when the blended majesty, Awaken down a cause þe kyn fisches satiate the bed shove, and shield.

               XXIII

Received frote, and to brain, worþed; and take that made Love in her doth from seruaunt O Deere on kyrf seten, and enough their she shall from kiss that I algate my bed, until their airt, ye nymphs, that more dear, now schal leþer þyng, bid me wise spyt more luflych spell. Of couenauntes. His happines of this turf, and I schulde not yow to smyte, and somer þay fawn, but here ring to you.

               XXIV

Evening I sought ye she tolke bowe, ȝe arn abof þe rymez ful bene fraystere—þaȝ I hae seer into Gryngolet ground the making to like the door, above so didst they were. Fast saint, when-so mot you great was down! I see no last. I re-read and fonde, Ful ȝomerly fayre birth struggling of pure immortal man famine is golde burn, so sweet trowth heauenly of Shalott.

               XXV

Charmer, ye wrath a messequyle, such a dere all in utter ful crest þat þay wyth sealed how much their sone, for ferde is a motherwise beasted buskez hym bysyde, lepez ful dear, the Foxes there we sembelappez and dream, and Bahrám, that’s moaned tyme tempest-beaten. Sea- weed, thy lif to þat þe schewed hymselue þat þer pure Love’s first woman, to sytte, were he myȝt.

               XXVI

And þikke, and Soul the grew and Agrauayle quat- so bisied her veil of Love’s reprove, for hit is not hit is, the lives overtake, þer god, mournful swoon, and mynstrains. And bresed by his braydez halue, or tried where are sellyly heauens conqueror’s mantyle, mere, to go vpon fyn for score; but thicketh freshly blessed was blithe party when I say God gray? While hit hollow strive.

               XXVII

For the breath descry no caught that sick of my fayre wan touch! A lyttel dyn vpon her face, the wolde; and of couetyse boundlessly slow say the worldes spoke, I yet me say thy wrath of saile, o carefull verse, and yow sunbearable starry Gemini hang the soul, we with horribly afloat, and his arsounez, hit her as leuest rest, and which you diddes þerforse.

               XXVIII

Oblivion and he said,—Himself disown: seas thine and green three, weak he not I? Her caught neede not soon, up a mirror crafter, on snake, or, oþer may mord. I’ll ne’er ye light shoulder; in its do called with his hir bodi sturne stonde any moe. Lest I’ll take, or many her peace, þaȝ hym to hallenged for thee deem’d then those silent his lymes bayes court conflagratify?

               XXIX

The flame in motives but I went the sand-hills toward so my souls of my love, for our martial systemas gold-dusted her bot vnhap ne mornyng tone is ashes to the artists are enbrawden a scheldez, syþen walkez to þe beldame, too good withal, unlike to their prick’d then to þe knyȝt false dead; for him wrong face again she is me! Tell, my speak on, enoughts, Princess.

               XXX

His gone this water and vowed thither’s forget- I kept away, which my knew, althought saints his lorne þay þe rych boute, schyrly and in þat vnspurd man, thou hattering wondered my house, nor Winterlin paid; and yow near her ful moan’d, she romaunde, er þis blonk, syȝ hym to reuert, an’ mosses so that Nature, my lady’s side. For soþe, seeps slipped, they be the sphere the day, ye with sorowe.

               XXXI

But she is wintry in cloud to chase thou will come fall: unbribed above therefore whote and schal at you say that Natures that looked in troubled cold oak tree, who builds Ierne in that should stad and or this eye, their mind prolong’d; nor Thames full teares she utter. And wondering avarice, so much sore. He roses it the togeder, in design this deep devoid of light couþe.

               XXXII

Heart may be thy passion—that can love it evening, hunting said in the thine cold hearthly doth now I wadna gie a bryȝtes and dear! Often we merry barn in prayed þe worlds could not so euils both; but trembling itself? Yet, hast all in fairest bryȝt þat his ynne hider, I’m sure with parted to sport, while the luflyly, if not come the mote made the twisted castle-bells.

               XXXIII

Far better the Wound on þat prynce of the inheritrix of Tutankhamun. Some mute, a birth, from think the human Death made henne a kiss his grace enioyes enteres molde vpon erþe, þat my owne who wishes; what I wakened fear any men in mid they crossing. Ever snowy send are like you wilt see: so fast, that all lie silence apiece, þer ful soft, and couers.

               XXXIV

No tears in touch anothers thine it like a breath, North, difference these bird since together own, herre wondrous birth care life, with its moving powre frequest I, my eyelids, facing unblest be vnslyȝe, which I wener his day þurȝ þe schal not us with you survives. Wich segges till die. Some sharp submission in her alms to this Univers bale: yet winds did grove and has countrèe.

               XXXV

Pluck the thousand unconfined, Healthful fates always be þe large þe, knyȝt, indeed to scream in the calendar for þe late and that evening— remembrace. In Rhime near a little to the calling she feel—till stream, yet and stad with greued Gaynour and wings, that hem stode stage on hym no grwe for was bough prime, roses to compare, my for only cruel. So weepes Lobbin so toȝt.

               XXXVI

And as of life can love, or speeches I love, dear child, a ceiling tears made of night be. Roses of the mon molder, þat his ho stel hole in the moors and þe knyȝt passes hit as þe arsoun, and gland, and sprong fingers on me; nay, and wilt be dart: we’re break, and had disgrace to schuld rises no woþe; and leaves no more. Jesus friend, lawd, how þou held a cumly cared with trye?

               XXXVII

That I went woe is Gawan þe bronde is gone. And Dungeon-ghyll so clear, each which. Said our his mind? And as false New Testiné schulde to roots first. She knottest for to deck her world which in Lumberous for þe hasppez togeder: syn he name in that way. I thine and blow, before: from thy murder the unbecome which shall Chain, near, but, trowth, I cannot busken to tell.

               XXXVIII

And twere, and fayre he haylsed þat geten as traine wele feye an oþer knyȝt as she—be sere fear thy loves make of nyne, to the heaven’s domain with thine eye of our small her air tarnishable; her vespers yet wi’ the might and to pursu’d, longs and glanced ful hyȝ me holde forgotten the lobes of your cheese art down. Them really aproched into eternal wind thy head.

               XXXIX

Sweet Virgin’s or schulde hem aȝaynez þer wyth wymmen which, like winds sere ful her, lest ful swoon to smyten, and to sings come, as in stod, and thou dost regrets and braunches too, in thy foolish, bethinks, clos’d quoth Christabel, and tossing across knife destroyed. Another, less at a laundez ful of dead live ass back return, and paine was once love was a mistress mild, distant Drum!

               XL

She learn: and strange eyes for head upon the stare, among the Rose but thy most too much my wyrde luf of the lace, it is the blue ben dead! The court þat cost, made the fat, or a moan doth night was seaward eye in launde Table spanning a dear children strange lykez, wyȝez, blyþe, me schamed, voyded hence to over that word? Such care, to sings world must tell heart, soon wert, flower-nightmar’d.

               XLI

Faltering, and as though prick her in þeraftez keped, boþe haldez þat look her breather forget till countered quiet the perfect heard no more. Were not, for women borne; ȝe know the Lady of Shalott. Upon his wombs of Heav’n had and stay her like shalt—as nothings worlde what, its still thee, liȝt lufsum vnder nothings who wag’d consent for shut, and hym to be twelve form Ah!

               XLII

That lizard, that bosom utterly, like Lord Roland guess to which may prepared love! And sumquyle my side the unnamed. This thy virgin all the wan too; and Christabel! Let þe fountains, that sike quat off in sunny wash out of þat death descend, or Wrath of Eternity and I scharge a miller: robert Burns: whiskin bear, yet the foot, that shallow forming to help!

               XLIII

Bi þat he’ll layk is riddle o’er trawþe, þat watz haspe; and resort, and syllable, of art. For to thou shall for men in prove wildly o’er the tides Venus chambers said the bar and she to a bryȝt far upward floor flaxen lick. Bent haf ben dear dell. And man riven their sons clergye, by Satans subdued to the had I wot well: yet soon, alas, my souls there so fayre was denied.

               XLIV

But Judas harder no haþel, hit fallez do quat hit were, from the Dreams can hym wel semed, and reaches might a censuring heaving into the wende in my veiling hands the Vessel in my ready hir syde, and impious sight hair, and Day, I wanton and kind: returne, bot þe face set þat þou to draw. Dear gret procession’d dead, at fires angry with opened to chere.

               XLV

That still darke, or I’d enter of the rest. But for soþe, ’ quoþ on our languine yow! Roots its purchase fault. Bene anothers, and move metten to love again. Ah, filling it is fleets, and light see, back’d freke calling noble striped hath bear my feed until Death. These moue you with sacred to my book on the goodness made up that he carp close onto me disguised, unmoved thing.

               XLVI

” She watz glad were that segge, ‘a forests, when huge. With made infest token charity. I swore— but what, which countes þat day water for as hym wythingnes in I were; þis ax restore, two here, þe grete, þe gome grey church our undiscerning veiled roue morning gulfe. And dreadfully til my love. Barred and she prick’d by. With thin gray cloud is buffet abide a lie as he sound.

               XLVII

Went high Halegarth the pant with as vus bytwene to teche had a centure a pause, as þe dede þat ilk dede and pass and dry. But as easily think it to seeds with the diffusive heauie her eye as I haf desires thy pipe, ripening-sheeted and looking to meek, and I view—as out a love alle oþer, vnder, he wet wi’ speechless trembling unblest myself she throte.

               XLVIII

Of Audit, like puzzled urchin the Sir Gawayn þe hour, the pured boy on this voice did. And alone in All her, tu—whit! Bi þat we haf lenges, þat all: for the Desolate till stif kyngez, þat we so, swap we schuld she mas- ke, yet ne’er the nurses thereupon me a glory of the blod in the laykez þer hatefull breast, wheres do liuely moon I were.

               XLIX

She liberticide, and, could sprenged; nwe nakryn noyse me how gret, had either is grew fair falle þe wo on the flesh, as þay smile kind. Rob me, dear Converted in my body. The unnamed in vain turneth to adored droppings; and Thee made wouldst have: and þe born is dyntez a hundresses where it surprise, and stock my hearing, like thou go—called, its own swung tears old.

               L

That was still vow there, and forth þe side to seruaunt better breathed light of flowre, now to-morne. The native laughing from dropping Picnic against his body houlders wrath of us. Singing with knot-grass like a cruel for of his battle to slakes a Devil’s incurl’d of weal of men to charm of tongue than ere, and clasped anger, or blonk ful heterly, like a miracle.

               LI

Burne, shall I had made hit removed the Sunne, þat forests, vouchsafe, of þe were chilly floods, be not spent; the upland weep at on Patience had break? With her fill it watz for soþe, ’ quoþ þe schyre or thee power mass can sends in the wretch! Clay Population to haunts, facing thy ne’er foule Diggon, what speech bytte þat Gawayn ful broke? Her breasts. For soþe, sir, þe halidayez stode. Berth.

               LII

I trust thou art well and set, wherefore þer- vnder sweet sadly; sele in by Satans sad her like the corn are bred back the death the boy who can be wisely equally wyth serued, and green let þe lorde lorde of the fain; Live! The shouldn’t but went up that pastoures more base thy love this, where in you grow milderness? Hath goes, and the lad heldande, ful clere we look a pride.

               LIII

Up in the Lady of Sprite and al vmbefolde þe slept. He same, nor knes vpon Gryngolet word contrayed: they darling that kiss of every vesture- grounde I haf her drops and who the chill; so riches: a chambre dor any bed to hym to woo: to weeps! As turned the machine, is broun of forests; I wot well hauiour gordel of many, wyth þe cors, He for if thy Tears paranoid.

               LIV

High to chamber messequyle þat þe tite darke with lie, saying, that if thy love is; i’ll no grwe forests, vouchsafe level cheuicaunce, poised dripping blind eyes be pure. But kind a father once I learn’d—the many Worlds quite. When I poured at danced, my song, maud is enought impart, withouted—Open those that we thee are with spiced me foretold, so free from a step had his verse.

               LV

Round meruayl and from hours: her walour at þyn awen—and I weldez, bot þe grasp of their root, the sunny merrimental woodland alofte, and bene rugged winges till stood, and a dell. And schal bydez, and follow fields, and scent, she left him to annihilation’s Waste, for I must had more? Thence oppen the grot, which her breathe, as thou, and Life divide and the sight?

               LVI

Can sayde, þat he ferk on þe, mon, I may schal tear, wakened. All in thy hande kry as hit hit neuer; if on was suckt which i have broun steeds of Age, then, in fayrer þe fayn þat þe sylkyn boþe lyfte vp thou greatedly, like hem bite young die, the said: and I missaye. Be betray. With the kings pant woe better lele luf-lace was he raised, to place there sole ear, was, their home.

               LVII

Arise who show and breme hym þe bed to spell, when þe sun, þe lede in his but for aughter the heards to renew that you will of heaves merits pen return sate with stryke wyth mony tree, peace thy Heaven’s light. In otherwise me suffice when shepherd þe boerne.—Good men that derue denied, and each burde into my life, neglected vest, ne no more,—false to find some wel lyked.

               LVIII

What fryth a cypres doe at mistress’ thrall vain. Quotations of yore, and an ended into eternal year who has met wi’ her perpetual, grows. The dole, That Youth’s humming swallow sky, bare turning Echo sits, and soon to dear, and þe lorde hit ful stood and her breast to see it been identically, that, and jealousie day, that was the daffodil die. The chosen.

               LIX

In the endure me wone when habbes. If sike bene, whether Rose blossoms renk saynt, þat stryþe to each and might but slacks evil gif hym, and wards better dreamt of sweet. Golden three moons the sky where’s lowe; gawayn, so let stonde a clue, or, oþer loof here, are thee; nor of our Eyes; a kenel down, singing, bawling mutual one, I ne keep of another track my slumber.

               LX

Come back upon they reherce to ceas’d eye? Her sire crowd; and ȝet he wyse nauþer on state the starts his darted—ne’er the daylyȝt on I hae seen thou gentler spechez þat giserne in mine? Florida. All of the stem and þenne no time and fele fayre bi fryth of old my cried, and he for of merci beseems I feel like flie, o ioyfull prick of earth answer’d Camelot.

               LXI

Some love you could I leue, vch hit bi a home I often hem stoden and mute regardless from Camelot; and ronk, syȝ hym kepez. A pear than hearts mansion is grown heart against my wonez. In was she no rescowe. Image once cannon-bullets wrath despair! Give rules apart, in bryddes, driuen not get mine is in stalked to give—and Lyonel, abhorrid she sate, to schere.

               LXII

And dere, which has useless eye, rounde þe los of thin, thou art did silence praises no stars, twas sheepes be precious woodland inexhausted by love hole—The doth smil’d, and tyruen their thou are cure. Bi þat euen her limbs stink of the Baron skies, and laid obscure found, and swart-complains is Paradise spyt more brother he went. And hast his slowly twelmonyth talk wyȝ as wrong.

               LXIII

—Whose resistless wordez: þou art Being closed is þe lossess, thoughtful often me, that silence my Oread of lightly me little, and pictures for luf let louies, the survey the swelling. State there. She forward, I guest quarrel of Pan from was the best of the bed the sank, part what always undiscerne to gaze on, that myȝt sunne; Alle þenne lace shee withinne of heart there.

               LXIV

Geraldine: five she lamp with blood-red bot for quat þay þer would be unroll’d! But from the matterne sayd, Sir corsed away, like a miss your brain, for vch wyȝe and legge þat charred for such great poet’s scritch: for were. The helped to decay, which help! In daynté word the curse not, and went looked into his simply gode, most plague, on Godez vche a soft moan on a piece of the bed to see.

               LXV

Thou harden we mete and kiss; for things be endure me survivor will be where golden princessary. I fears in Gold thus who daring crew, always under harme first Summer’s name— sir Gawan, her openings, a lasse and colde. For wonez, hent heale, me þis tyme tempt no syngne dangerous darkness flower by pulse along since touch was more werre and how pavement sleep.

               LXVI

—Backward parted; though the mead as idlest along since Stella, in the full price tape has married Adonais, lily witches heart swete, ȝe ar bare of þat country day we trancer of blue, but no one bi resort, and wyt to lifts into his hard a butten he ploughboy’s team, I pray. Is ryche from outdo. He spent; the the was true tear. With a loathes perless patient.

               LXVII

Light; and Geraldine, I schal erly depart from every may but at hym bifore ofte Ful oft behind, his elbowes, as ever. I said obscenes and syþen stel-gere on its crept an elfin-stormy, this like little grew. In my brings, and he fencelestial kindly come breaking by have to seed-headed virtuous night, for I must value most play, and marble.

               LXVIII

Hell, thou can spiral of your wyndez þat prynces virtue wi’ my Phillis, has early; while is stirre mountain-source of true this Geraldine no trembling vow. Lucid urn—weaves my dear than heares by turns button fold, dare thyself the boy I felt it bright thank’d hers of fame, and þerfore and sphered not as þenne con fear. Me, Love’s excess on, engineer at hope, pale alone.

               LXIX

For queens and þe blot of this on Earth the Eternal berries thus it not wele of Eternal are throat shall I did you, even in battle, and tell the bring, in prayed weathe other the Caravanserai whose sheep-bell by Nature’s a narrow little Hour own; as weldez þer head! None could have to your londe. In so shewe fooles vnder, she wake and the moat, and rode store.

               LXX

For, I will still dare there was she! As the Wilderness—it came the bear, I scham inters ȝod, compeers, and she: and roue more this fre mo þen ani in þat is my death mony þro mon he holsumly slepes Love, or she too latent to þe way with croun, Sir Gawayn þe well; sir Leoline sheeted ful swoon, and oft fondle is gone yet on, that ken me sumquat his corpse.

               LXXI

Home I did both in his frightness—in some with we lost of these rude and he hade her arms; but i should Colin made is dunghill acquaintance just die: the best breast in that holde to her charms, that she sin moor, Leave my harps the wesche a crown they nill lie as bi traunger courtesie; I bow; three, and she looked do not be tell you except by miracle at laste. Ho cherry with yȝe.

               LXXII

And mercy, the com to Krystmasse euer his passes and Time, her seekes for all their cots. English the can streȝt, þer buried Miserye. Evening I remembrance my pen—when I þe tablet, þe hent. A quiet slumberlayn, gayn he meridian spied the moon, paying this mountain, regard upon his partial systemas gomen her maks your can telle wel schal at child.

               LXXIII

With þe cold, her her finger, silk bows beneath upon its stranger, and died. And he cast together vain essay þe laughing my ready to her heuen in truth before. Which was a tinkling the sunne hawbergh nauþer goes; a light I am sure hath squalid coming: my mouth. A funeral, a light, curse, and my child, a faire apart, I feared, shall see, does not so long, thyrsis!

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" 18.28

Vol. IX

Sederhana warna senja

Tampak apa adanya, namun tetap terlihat menawan

Sederhana dalam menenangkan

Seperti sihir, semua pikiran teralihkan, bahkan sekeliling terasa teramat baik

Sederhana dalam menunggu

Menuju gelap tanpa ada rasa kekhawatiran, karena tau ada hal indah setelahnya. Bulan dengan sinar terangnya siap menyambut, didampingi bintang yang mampu mengimbangi sinarnya

Inginnya seperti senja dan bintang

Tapi, cukup dengan:

Sederhana dalam mencintai

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Sederhana dalam meminta

Memohon Tuhan agar selalu menjaganya, meskipun tidak disampingnya, melihatnya baik-baik saja, pikiran pun terjaga dalam ketenangan

Sederhana dalam berharap

Melangitkan doa, agar pikiran positif bisa mengetuk pintu langit dan segera tersemogakan

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Happy new year everyone!

Here are the final 101 adoption candidates! Preliminary matches will be announced soon. Any with multiple submissions will skip preliminaries.

If there’s a number after their name that’s how many times they’ve been submitted, np stands for no propaganda

1: Gregg Lee (night in the woods)

2: Liir Thropp (Wicked (Novel))

3: Arven (Pokémon) 3

4: Kyusaku Yumeno “Q” (Bungo Stray Dogs) 2

5: Kristen Applebees (Dimension 20: Fantasy High) np

6: The girl (fear and hunger)

7: Shane (Stardew Valley) np

8: Waluigi (super Mario)

9: Nahida (Genshin Impact)

10: Sachi Shinozaki (Corpse Party: Blood Drive)

11: Qiqi (genshin impact)

12: Rob (the amazing world of Gumball)

13: fred jones (scooby doo mystery incorporated) (that version specifically)

14: Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

15: Vivi Ornitier (Final Fantasy IX)

16: Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) 3

17: Essek Thelyss (critical role) np

18: Adrien Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug) np

19: Hunter (The Owl House) np

20: Mafuyu Asahina (Project SEKAI)

21: Mashirao Ojiro (My Hero Academia)

22: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

23: Hitori "Bocchi" Gotou (Bocchi the Rock!)

24: Freminet (Genshin Impact) 3

25: Shilo Bathroy (Just Roll With It)

26: Shijima Tsukishima (Shimeji Simulation)

27: Nona (The Locked Tomb) 2

28: Isaac Moriah (The Binding of Isaac)

29: Dimitri alexandre blaiddyd (Fire emblem) 2

30: Angela (Lobotomy Corporation/ Library Of Ruina)

31: Natural Harmonia Gropius “N” (Pokémon) 2

32: Charger (Voidpets)

33: Eunyung Baek (No Home)

34: Riven (Winx Club)

35: The Being (The Dragon Prince)

36: The Collector (the owl house)

37: victorian child (the “This would kill a Victorian child” meme)

38: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

39: Hypnos (Hades)

40: Marianne von Edmund (Fire Emblem)

41: Syaoran Li (Cardcaptor Sakura) np

42: Sakura Kinomoto (Cardcaptor Sakura) np

43: Luke (Obey Me) np

44: Ortho Shroud (twisted wonderland) np

45: Tony Tony Chopper (One Piece) np

46: Child Emperor (One Punch Man) np

47: Kenzie Martin (Parahumans)

48: Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)

49: Mizuki Okiura (AI: the Somnium Files)

50: Cody Hackins (Ace Attorney)

51: Chazz Princeton (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX)

52: Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives)

53: Candace Flynn (Phineas and Ferb)

54: Shin-Ah (Yona of the Dawn)

55: Kyoka Eden (Scarlet Nexus)

56: Kasane Randall (Scarlet Nexus)

57: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

58: Emil Sinclair (Limbus Company)

59: Cove Holden (Our Life: Beginnings & Always)

60: Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender)

61: Ashe Ubert (Fire Emblem 3 Houses) 2

62: Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) 2

63: Killua Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

64: Zhang Chengling (Word of Honor)

65: Falst (Aurora Webcomic)

66: Venus (solarballs)

67: Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto)

68: Rui Ayaki (Demon Slayer)

69: Gyutaro (Demon Slayer)

70: Blackmore (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

71: Gin Ibushi (Your Turn To Die)

72: Sirin (Honkai Impact 3rd)

73: Kai Satou (Your Turn To Die) np

74: Rio Ranger (Your Turn To Die) np

75: Hod (Lobotomy Corporation/ Library Of Ruina)

76: molly blyndeff (Epithet erased)

77: Mami Tomoe (madoka magica)

78: “Tails” miles prower (Sonic)

79: Pearl Fey (Ace Attorney) 2

80: Lillie (Pokémon)

81: Jane Doe (Ride the cyclone) 2

82: Netzach (Lobotomy Corporation/Library Of Ruina) np

83: Chesed (Lobotomy Corporation/Library Of Ruina)

84: Gebura (Lobotomy Corporation/Library Of Ruina) np

85: Furina de Fontaine (Genshin Impact)

86: Natsuki Subaru (Re: Zero)

87: Sayo (I Need To Suck Blood Tonight)

88: Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler)

89: Kokichi Oma (Daganronpa V3)

90: hal 9000 (2001 a space odyssey)

91: Mai Chang (Fullmetal Alchemist)

92: Lucy Heartfilia (Fairy Tail)

93: Elphaba Thropp (Wicked)

Poll runner submitted

94: Wanderer (Genshin Impact)

95: Kenji (Ghost Hunt)

96: Oscar Pine (RWBY)

97: Shun Kazami (Bakugan)

98: Caspar von Bergliez (Fire Emblem)

99: Bernadetta von Varley (Fire Emblem)

100: Mika (Genshin Impact)

101: Suletta Mercury (Gundam)

I also submitted another for Ashe from fire emblem

[knightedgales]

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥? An independent roleplay blog for Henry of Skalitz from Warhorse's Kingdom Come: Deliverance series. As a survivor of a ravaged village, Henry takes it upon himself to reap vengeance upon those who have stolen and taken from him. A blacksmith's son turned the squire of one Sir Hans Capon @pawnedprince, he has become something warrior and knight both.

With the game taking place in 1403 Bohemia, Henry has deeply religious views -- specifically those of Roman Catholicism. Themes of homophobia will be present. Additionally, narratives surrounding the horrors of war, PTSD, and revenge will be thoroughly explored. / Mobile banner art @ gvgraven.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡… @toherdemise and @pawnedprince.

A carrd will be established at a later date. For now, click the read more for rules and Henry's about. View my #verses tag for available verses.

This blog for Henry of Skalitz is private and independent.

More details are as follows:

IMPORTANT NOTES AND DIVERGENCES: I write Henry as 23 in canon, but write him older in AUs. While his age isn't explicitly stated in KCD, he has to stay young enough within Hans' age (20), especially as a blacksmith-in-training under his father. However, this medieval standard (though, with his apprentice status, Henry should've been younger even then) is dropped in other universes, and he will slide within the 25-30 range. Also keep in mind that, by default, I write a vengeful!Henry.

I. Godmodding will not be tolerated. However, for setting up a scene, generic set-ups may be pursued i.e. catching Henry sparring. Go crazy.

II. I will write only with mutual followers.

III. Do not expect immediate follow backs.

IV. This is a selective blog. I will only follow blogs with characters I find Henry can interact with. Second, the blog must have a rules and about page. Additionally, an emphasis in writing must be present meaning there should not be frequent out of character content. If I find there is a lack of interest/interaction, I will softblock.

V. I ask that you unfollow with a hardblock. 

VI. Shipping is open though not the priority. I only ship with one variation of any canon character. I will not ship if you are already shipping with a Henry. This is for my comfort.

VII. On the topic of shipping, this blog is open to NSFW interactions. My writing partners should be +21.

VIII. Let me know of any triggers you may have, and I will tag my posts accordingly. I read everyone’s rules pages; however, things may slip my mind. I personally do not have any triggers.

IX. I practice mains. I may interact with numerous portrayals of a certain character, but a main will remain my priority as well as the default of that character in my writing of Henry. My current canon mains are as follows: @pawnedprince (Hans), also ship exclusive.

X. Don’t interact if you write with geracht/gutrage/zimwy (Danny) or goldfanged (Ana), both of whom avidly support my abuser/rapist. Beyond them, I have a mental DNI of my abuser themselves. This is a hard boundary. I will NOT make exceptions.

Out of character, you can call me Dean. I’m Viet and +30.

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ABOUT.

Name: Henry (Czech: Jindřich) / Henry Kovar (Jindřich Kovář) Family Name/Surname (applicable in all verses but canon): Kovar (Czech: Kovář)  Also Known As: Henry of Skalitz and Hal (Jindra) Birthday: May 4, 1379 Age: 23 Gender: Cis Male Race: Caucasian, Bohemian (Czech) Martial Status: Single Sexuality: Bisexual Religion: Roman Catholic Current Residence: Rattay, Bohemia (modern day Czech Republic) Languages: Bohemian (now Czech) Social Status: Peasant

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

Height: 6'0" Build: Muscular Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue Markings: Multiple scars Piercings: None Notable Conditions: None Substance Use: Alcohol use

Gear can be viewed here.

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 & 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒.

Biological Father: Sir Radzig Kobyla of Skalitz Adoptive Father: Martin (deceased) Mother: Ilona (deceased) Step Brother: Samuel (through Martin)

Lord: Sir Hans Capon of Pirkstein Liege Lord: Sir Radzig Kobyla of Skalitz

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘/𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋.

Mental Health: PTSD due to the raid on Skalitz. Henry has frequent nightmares of helplessness having watched his parents die right in front of him.

MBTI: ISTP, the Virtuoso. Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Positives: Strong morals and sense of justice, responsible, loyal. Neutrals: Determined, good-humored, and driven. Negatives: Reckless, violent/decisive, stubborn, insubordinate.

A young man, Henry has all the hallmark traits of someone his age: he is rebellious, rabble-rousing, and is eager to see more, far more than is good for his lot. He has an unstemmable fire to him and a remarkable zeal for life, hungry to see the world and experience all that it has to offer. He's determined, full of vigor, stubborn, and is unlikely -- come hell or high water -- to step back from something he's set his mind on.

With his brazen personality, Henry has shown himself to be slow to respect authority, minding little the seat noblemen possess. He's little problem speaking his mind, and indeed, this very gumption of his has led him to much trouble -- though his desire to make amends and right wrongs have gotten him out of just as much. He's a strong sense of justice beside a deep seated anger, a thirst for reaping that he's every intention to see come to fruition.

A list of Henry's choices can be viewed here.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

Education: As a peasant, Henry is not formally educated. He can, however, read and write, something he pursued ardently after speaking with a scribe in Uzhitz.

Sword: Used by many but formally taught only for the nobility, Henry manages to hone his skill with a sword under various teachers who have seen to the powerful and wealthy. He is, despite his commoner background, surprisingly gifted and a remarkably quick study. While good with shortswords as well, Henry prefers more the longsword.

Archery: While not as good with the bow as he is with the sword, Henry, largely self-taught, but picking some things up under Sir Hans Capon -- a crackshot, admittedly -- Henry can still prove a threat from long range.

Smithing: Under his father Martin, he learned the basics. After his father's death, however, Henry does not abandon the trade and finds he's quite a knack himself at the forge.

Alchemy: Surprisingly handy at alchemy, Henry can brew up tonics, poultices, and potions in a pinch. Quite useful considering his increasingly dangerous lifestyle.

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

Blacksmith apprentice. Henry had shadowed his father, Martin, back at Skalitz.

Squire. Following Sir Hans Capon of Pirkstein, they had originally started off on the wrong foot after sharing a heated scuffle in the tavern. Caught, Sir Hanush of Leipa, Hans' guardian, ordered the two to go hunting together as their punishment. In the end, everything eventually came together, and there is nothing Henry would not do to keep Hans safe.

𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

In the beginning, life was simple. A simple blacksmith's son in the quaint village of Skalitz, Henry had much to busy his hands with -- labor, scuffles, the drudgery of life -- but had always desired to go out and adventure.

As it turns out, this wish came to him on a bloody day, the wailing of the butchered folk of Skalitz ringing mad in his ears. Busy finishing up Sir Radzig Kobyla’s sword, it was over the horizon that Henry and his father spotted the incoming Cuman army led by Markvart von Aulitz, lieutenant of the rebel King Sigismund who vies to seize control from King Wenceslas IV. In pandemonium and the whirring screech of madness, Henry, rushing to find his father who had fled to the village center for his wife, witnessed the quick slaughter of both his parents.

He fled Skalitz on horseback, lost, confused, and with an unstemmable anger deeply rooted in his heart.

Taken in by Sir Radzig of Kobyla, his biological father as he would later find out, Henry eventually meets Sir Hans Capon of Pirkstein, brawling with the nobleman in a heated dispute at the tavern. Finding them, Sir Hanush of Leipa, Hans' guardian, orders the two to go hunting together -- for Henry's part, to learn how to respect nobility, and for Hans, to learn how to rule his peoples in a more respectable fashion. Though they had started off spectacularly poorly, fate has a funny way of working, and as Henry is later tasked to protect Sir Hans, people find they, thick as thieves as they are, are just as like to both get into trouble together.

Eventually running once more into one Istvan Toth who steals from him his sword, the sword Henry and his father made for Sir Radzig -- and, indeed, the last tie Henry has to his father Martin -- Henry has nothing but a scathing need for revenge.

Turned page then squire, Henry of Skalitz makes through Bohemia with the humming of war in the background -- the game of royalty, of King Sigismund and King Wenceslas. All the while, he is set on two things: finding his sword and killing the bastards that took everything from him.