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❝Ｍｙ ｈａｎｄｓ ｗｅｒｅ ｔｉｅｄ
ｂｅｈｉ ｎｄ ｍｙ ｂａｃｋ，
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ｔｉｅｄ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈａｔ
ｔａｔｔｅｒｅｄ ｏｌｄ ｓａｉｌ，
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ａｎｄ Ｉ ｆｅｌｌ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｔｈｅ
ｉｎｋｙ ｂｌａｃｋｎｅｓｓ❞
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Mʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ? I'ᴍ Mᴏʀɢᴀɴ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs
'Lɪᴠᴇs ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ Sᴇᴀ'.
I'ᴍ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ Sʜᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ.
Tʜᴇ Sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ Sǫᴜɪᴅ? Hᴇ's
Eᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ, ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴇɴ...
Mʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ
ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғʀᴇɪɴᴅs sɪɴᴄᴇ...
Tʜᴇ 'Iɴᴄᴏᴅᴇɴᴛ'...
Wᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀᴘᴘɪᴇsᴛ
ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜʀ Vɪᴄᴛɪᴍs'
Sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍs...
Wʜʏ ᴅᴏ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, Fᴇʟɪᴄs,
ᴀɴᴅ I sɪɴᴋ Sʜɪᴘs? Hᴀʜᴀʜᴀ...
Iᴛ's ᴀ Lᴏɴɢ sᴛᴏʀʏ...
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There is a gif at the bottom of the story, it has
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Ｍｙ ｐａｒｔｎｅｒ ｉｓ；
Master of Nothing❝Ｆｅｌｉｋｓ＇ ｏｗｎｅｒ， Ｍｙ ｏｗｎｅｒ， ｏｕｒ ｇｉｒｌ ｗｅ
ｎａｍｅｄ Ｗａｖｅ，
___was a sweet girl, a sweet little girl at the age of five. The ship, the ship had hit storms, terrible storms, that cursed, cursed night. The sails caught ablaze, ablaze with lightning, the horrific white flash. It shattered the sky, letting us have a brief glimpse of the heavens above, but with it came the crash, the crash, the crash, the
crash... it made the poor girl scream. The crew, the
horrid crew, they covered her mouth with a fabric scrap, a floor rag. We were supposedly moving to a better land, some new place, a new York, or some name. But why, oh why, did we leave home, they call 'Ireland'. They say there was no rain, rain, it is the only thing I see anymore,
rain, water, rain, water. No sky, no blue--- green sea, grey clouds, brown boat,
sea, clouds, boat... No steady ground, no grass, no sun, no light,
light, lightning, only lightning. Am I slipping into insanity?--- terror, terrifying images of crashing, blinding, lightning, booming clouds, creaky, rocking, rickety, boat---
lightning, clouds, boat. Screeches broke m-my mind's terrible thoughts, 'monster, monster' they repeated, over, and over, and over. Stop, stop, stop, no more... But Wave, Wave gently, gently, lifted me, held me close to her, Feliks not far behind, behind me. The voices, deep and hoarse, yelled, yelled 'rid of the witch, rid of the child'... Child, my child, my Wave, 'No, No' I wished to scream, but my mouth sealed shut, I had no shadow to give me life. A small pocketful of young adults, boys, and girls, with Wave, they were shoved, shoved into a line at the edge, the very edge, of the cursed ship. The railing low was easy to fall over. I had just noticed, the sail, one was gone, I saw, saw a terrible sight. They blindfolded the four other humans, then tied their legs, their arms, together, bound together. Then they got to Wave, my Wave, 'No' I thought, 'No, no, no'. I felt it as if it were myself being punished, punished for the accusations of a mad man. My hands were tied behind my back, tied with that tattered old sail, and I fell through the inky blackness. The monster, monster, they had spoke of, I saw it, saw it's horrifying, nightmarish, eye. It had tube like appendages, six, and two more, with ends like giant clubs. The dark thick fluid, it came from the blindingly crimson beast that floated before me. But wait, wait, wait wait--- where is Wave, My little Wave. I saw her red, curly, hair... fading, fading in to the darkness below me, my brother, my
terrified brother, was at my side, we sunk, and sunk, and sunk. my eyes, once brilliant white and gold paint, had been stained and dulled, for I no longer had my girl, my Wave. My eyes were black and tan now, and I realized my face was leaking out the thick, black, liquid. My brother, wonderful Feliks, he was laying at my side, but he had lost an eye, nothing in the socket other than the black-as-midnight ink.
❝Ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｙｅａｒｓ ｓｉｎｃｅ， ｙｅａｒｓ ｓｉｎｃｅ ｔｈｅ ｄｅａｔｈ ｏｆ ｏｕｒ ｄｅａｒ ｇｉｒｌ．．．
___Down, down, down, we had went. We had now found shadows. We saw, to my delight, wonderful, once-lost, delight, that the cursed ship had
sunk short after. They will pay, pay for their crime. They will never get away with it again... never again harm my Angel Wave. Any ship,bad, bad, bad, horrid, ship, will be sunck, sunck like my girl. Suffer and suffocate--- like my Angel. My Angel, my Angel Wave, will one day come back, she will help us in our deeds. Until the blessed moment of her return, I will snatch away their lives, their fragile, sickening, lives--- like they snatched away my Angel,
my Angel Wave. Insane, you ask, you dare ask. Oh how mistaken, how mistaken you are dear friend. No, no, quite the opposite... Genius.
Genius I say!--- am I, genius, cunning, sly, ever so smart! They never hear me as I find the perfect spot to stab,
stab the cursed ships. The water floods the bellies of the gargantuan, sailing, beasts. They lower, lower so slowly, then,
then!--- they suddenly submerge. Oh the
screams! Oh the
cries!
The wonderful harmonic CHAOS! They don't have time to prepare, I strike in the wonderful disguise of darkness, I am too small to be seen, sleeping they are until -UNTIL- they awaken under the choking, icy, sea. They are trapped in their small rooms as the water leaks in, getting ever more nervous, ever more distraught, before their unescapable
deaths...
Ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｄａｒｅ ｃａｌｌ ｍｅ ＇Ｍａｄ＇？❞
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