07-21-2020, 04:04 AM
Luna had sailed the sea's for 10 long years. The hull of the old ship creaked and cracked with every wave as she rolled through it the sails always at hath mast. The old wooden hull had seen battle and adventure over the years seeking the gates to the dreamscape once known as Grimmwold. They had sailed from th tips of the ice o the warm Caribbean sea looking for something that no longer existed.
Her crew where all branded with a P on their arms to mark who they where in this life. Each searing mark was left when they where caught and the Witch was a safe haven to many. Her comforts where few but the dreams she provided when the gates where open where grand. And luna as the ships cook would read each night still to the rest from the old dusty tome of bound red leather the words starting to fade from the paper them selves. Each story was treasured. There where favourites though and these had been read more than the others and still yet no dreams had come. For over ten long years the captain had sailed the ship deliberately into thick fog hoping it would land them on the ulster docks once more. To taste the apples of lust and wanting, for for over ten years nothing had come from this.
Each passing night seemd to grow longer and lonely with out the dreams, Luna sighed heavily her bussom heaving with each deep intake of breath. Her pistols at her hip and a whip to her side. She had growen tried of seeking the dream. But still she would read, for if it took a thousand more nights they would dream once more. The smell of the sea changed with each night she could of sworn blind that one night they had caught the sent of jasmine and lush warm sand much like the old smell of Zanibarr.
And yet no dreams came that night. Though they knew the seas well is seemed too warm fro the time of year they sailed and too sweet for where they where. Land could be seen from the crows nest and a shout had come all the way down to the gally to ready the plank. Luna quirekd a brow for that shout meant sucker from the Royal navey. and in these waters they dare not sail, for these waters where teaming with other pirates. And lands untamed with beasts that would eat any unwise man alive. Or at least that is where she thought she was from where the sun hung in the sky. But the shouts became more extricable as a familiar smell hit all thier noses. It smelt of home the thick stew of fish and adventure hung thick in the air. And the smell of magic again crackeled into existence.
the captain pulled the ship into dock and the plank went down for them to go ashore. Luna could swear by Dana that the same roots of the tree hung here and thouse lust filled apples where close by even though this land went by anouther name. She steped a shore and her fingers tingled with magic she felt alive her pistols seeming to glow brighter int hte summer heat of these lands. She walked forward and with each step she grew more bold and with each step she could smell the familar farm lands. She felt as if she was home. A dreamers wish come true. It was a sanctuary to them all. A true Sanctuary for thouse who once dreamt.
Her crew where all branded with a P on their arms to mark who they where in this life. Each searing mark was left when they where caught and the Witch was a safe haven to many. Her comforts where few but the dreams she provided when the gates where open where grand. And luna as the ships cook would read each night still to the rest from the old dusty tome of bound red leather the words starting to fade from the paper them selves. Each story was treasured. There where favourites though and these had been read more than the others and still yet no dreams had come. For over ten long years the captain had sailed the ship deliberately into thick fog hoping it would land them on the ulster docks once more. To taste the apples of lust and wanting, for for over ten years nothing had come from this.
Each passing night seemd to grow longer and lonely with out the dreams, Luna sighed heavily her bussom heaving with each deep intake of breath. Her pistols at her hip and a whip to her side. She had growen tried of seeking the dream. But still she would read, for if it took a thousand more nights they would dream once more. The smell of the sea changed with each night she could of sworn blind that one night they had caught the sent of jasmine and lush warm sand much like the old smell of Zanibarr.
And yet no dreams came that night. Though they knew the seas well is seemed too warm fro the time of year they sailed and too sweet for where they where. Land could be seen from the crows nest and a shout had come all the way down to the gally to ready the plank. Luna quirekd a brow for that shout meant sucker from the Royal navey. and in these waters they dare not sail, for these waters where teaming with other pirates. And lands untamed with beasts that would eat any unwise man alive. Or at least that is where she thought she was from where the sun hung in the sky. But the shouts became more extricable as a familiar smell hit all thier noses. It smelt of home the thick stew of fish and adventure hung thick in the air. And the smell of magic again crackeled into existence.
the captain pulled the ship into dock and the plank went down for them to go ashore. Luna could swear by Dana that the same roots of the tree hung here and thouse lust filled apples where close by even though this land went by anouther name. She steped a shore and her fingers tingled with magic she felt alive her pistols seeming to glow brighter int hte summer heat of these lands. She walked forward and with each step she grew more bold and with each step she could smell the familar farm lands. She felt as if she was home. A dreamers wish come true. It was a sanctuary to them all. A true Sanctuary for thouse who once dreamt.