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it was funny how even now -- even after abandoning the piratism, her blood -- it still beckoned her, the salacious croons of the sea; the winsome, bewitching embrace it afforded. a mirth bittersweet, the familiarity of the cavorting comber hissed, the chasmal abyss of its wide maw acquainting caution to those unmerited of its favor. the brine was a contrary creature; it had no qualms with swallowing up the nescient, just after promising calm and quiescent tides. the mere thought of such comical similarities in their personalities encouraged her courtesan' lips to smile, the radiance of her eyes shining like perdition against the benighted surf. "Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray," she began, the angelic tenors of her voice reaching out into the spectral vapor, "down by the Walls of Wapping where I met a sailor gay, conversing with a young lass, who seem'd to be in pain. Saying, William, when you go, I fear you'll ne'er return again." She sang, benign syllables like honey undulating on a serpents tongue, tempting as if a mermaid tawdrily wafting her tail on the beach. Come.
The seafoam lapped gingerly at her frail ankles, her body moving like silk as the slender curve of her hips swayed. She needed to procure a new asset, she needed her aegis; her modern-day zeus clad in her armament of trickery and festooned with her own idyllic grandeur. Her gaze quickly swept across the ocean in a longing daze, her heart wishing that the water would simply purge her gilded, invincible hero; her impenetrable Poseidon whose hair flowed with all the otherworldly splendors of the deep. Her fantasies were of course, fruitless; simple childish fancies neglected to be forgotten by the extinguishing of her adolescence. Though she still could not help but wonder, what if -- "His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal.. my happiness attend him, wherever he may go."
