The Patron Saint of Pirates_New Life Travel Journal_Living the Dream_Colombian Blue Wings
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The Patron Saint of Pirates
The cannon head swiveled, groaning as its gaping mouth lowered itself to Émilien’s face. The gnarled ropes dug into the underside of his ribs as he shifted on the mast, his husk sawww.onedoor.ccndals sliding over the damp deck.The Captain slapped the top of the cannon affectionately. Her tricorn hat sat at a jaunty angle, and the Screaming Sword hung at her waist, silent. She turned to her prisoner, tracing the collar of her coal-colored vest.“Answer me this, stowaway,” she said, and Émilien tried in vain to sit up straighter. Her voice was liquid steel, smooth and dangerously low. “Do you have any doubt I ...
New Life Travel Journal
4/1/2020 Dear Journal, I am not sure how this goes but I’m gonna try out this journaling thing. Everyone seems to be doing it and this is my first one. Geez, I’m 50 years old and doing this for the first time. It’s been a helluva year so far, this 2020. So many bad things going on makes me want to pack up, leave everything behind, and live a simpler life. I am not sure if that’s possible, but the thought of it sure beats what I am doing now. Its becoming clear to me that I just can’t wait around and let life come to me now. Bye for now.4/2/20 Hi Journal, I’m back! It was another crazy day at t...
Living the Dream
It’s been 25 years since the first trip, I remember watching him set the goal, save the money, say goodbye to loved ones and friends alike. He had a 1968 Datsun wagon, burnt orange in color with spray painted flames covering the hood and fenders. I never thought that car would make it far being it was 26 years old and had a million miles on it, but it had a soul forged out of an arduous life and perseverance, just like my friend. There was no stopping either one of them. He was around 20 at the time, living in his grandparent’s garage and going nowhere quick. He was on unemployment, getting la...
Colombian Blue Wings
“This year, we’re goin through Michigan!” Pappy, in his 17th year, proudly announced to his family of 28 blue-winged teals. Cheers of “yay, hooray, quack-quack-quack” erupted from the youngsters. Others near middle-age weren’t so excited.One fledgling couldn’t contain itself and kicked furiously under the water. She looked calm above the surface except that her smile was from ear to ear across her pretty dark bill. “It was so boring last year going through North Dakota.” She swam out of the circles she was making over to her friend Georgie. “There were hardly any lakes there, ya know? I mean ...