Orinoco Flow by Enya wrote:sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
from the North to the South, Ebudæ into Khartoum,
from the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon,
carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,
carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.
we can sail, we can sail on the Orinoco Flow,
we can sail, we can sail.
we can steer, we can near
with Rob Dickins at the wheel,
we can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies
we can sail, we can sail
we can reach, we can beach,
on the shores of Tripoli,
we can sail, we can sail
from Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea,
we can sail, we can sail
from Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon,
we can sail, we can sail
we can reach, we can beach,
far beyond the Yellow Sea,
we can sail, we can sail
from Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
we can sail, we can sail.
we can sail, we can sail.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
username;;
ayako
kia's name;;
"captain" ramsey buckhorn
gender;;
female
story with illustrations;;
the world was dark. cold and flowing, a deep blue. there was no sky here, only the quiet light of the moon shining through the water. the sea was her home, like a bird's nest to a robin. she held er breath as she sank lower and lower into the water, searching for nothing in particular. her aim was the sand. ramsey had been swimming all her life, her eyes now accustomed to the salty waters. the waves pulled her back and forth, as if rocking it's child to sleep. a certain silence filled the world, and opened up a new realm. a realm of serenity and acceptance. the ocean was a moody being, one second slowly creeping across the sand, and the other, crashing up against rocks and pulling unlucky ones into her depths. this was her life, traveling on the sea that she so much wished to tame, to own, but she knew that it was impossible, for the sea was its own. ramsey reached the sandy floor, her eye having caught a glimmer in the dust of the water. she slowly, against the water, brushed her paw over the shine, uncovering a small, steel anchor. it was an accessory, tied on a fishing line. the anchor was small, fitting into her palm with ease. there was no need to breath here, the water was her air. the resistance was almost nonexistent, but she felt it all around her like a heartbeat. ramsey pulled the fishing line around her neck, tying it around the back. it felt right, like she belonged in the sea. she pushed off the sea floor, aiming to go deeper, farther, to see the world hidden away in water. corals and fish began to appear, their bright colors like stars in the moving sky. suddenly, the world turned black. two eyes, bright blue, opened in the sea of black. she felt like she was no where, but everywhere. nothing surrounded her, only emptiness. a whisper, so quiet a mouse would have issues hearing, "ramsey." she recognized the voice of her father, a powerful and respected captain, the one who disappeared during a storm, never to return. the one who taught her how to talk to her crew, how to be respected, how to adhere to the code, how to be a true pirate. "always sail forward" the words struck her, for some odd reason. lodged themselves in her mind, making sure that they were heard and remembered. she tilted her head, unable to open her mouth at risk of saltwater flowing in. the eyes closed, and the world returned to blue. another voice called out, "captain! its time to rise!"
her eyes opened, and a paw lifted to the anchor around her neck. she peered out the porthole window, the teal seas greeting her with the sun shining. realizing she had over slept, ramsey pulled herself out of bed. with a yawn, she stretched her arms. "i'll be out soon!", she called out, grabbing her long buccaneer shirt and pulling it over her top. grabbing her pistol belt, fitted with a sheath for a sword and a holster for a pistol, she tightened it around her waist. the final touch, a long, regal, red coat, was pulled around her, and she fixed any wrinkles or uncomfortable creases. a new dawn, a new day, and a new adventure was ready to be had.
illustrations;;
- finding the anchor
- speaking to the eyes
- red coat
personality;;
described as out there, determined, and adventurous, ramsey is definitely all that you hear. she loves the sea, practically raised on a ship. her father, a notorious pirate, trained her as much as he could before disappearing, and left his ship, the calypso, behind to her. ramsey is hardworking and keeps everything in tip top shape, while exploring the various islands and continents of the world. although still a child, she is very ambitious and aspires to become the greatest pirate on the seven seas.
