Prompt of the Day: Tears run down the face of an old pirate as he sits at a table, surrounded by treasure. In one hand, he holds the sketched portrait of a woman.
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A scrawny cabin boy, clad in little more than tatters, knocked warily on the door to the captain's quarters. "You wanted to see me, captain?" The boy, whose name was Elijah, wondered what could be wrong. Had he done something to displease the captain? Was he going to be beaten? Discharged from Captain Burns' crew? Elijah had no idea how much his fortune was about to change for the better.
"Enter." Captain Burns did not bother to hide the raw pain in his voice.
Elijah swung the door open, his brow knotted with worry at the unfamiliar sound in the captain's voice. "Is there something amiss, captain? Are you wounded? Your voice...it sounded as if something was paining you." The treasure crowding almost every corner of the room and piled upon the table had not even registered in his mind; his focus was consumed by the captain's face. It was wet with tears and contorted with anguish.
Captain Burns laughed, and it had an ironic sound to it. "My wounds are not physical, Eli. I sent for you because I knew I could trust you to honor my wishes. Shut the door and sit down."
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A scrawny cabin boy, clad in little more than tatters, knocked warily on the door to the captain's quarters. "You wanted to see me, captain?" The boy, whose name was Elijah, wondered what could be wrong. Had he done something to displease the captain? Was he going to be beaten? Discharged from Captain Burns' crew? Elijah had no idea how much his fortune was about to change for the better.
"Enter." Captain Burns did not bother to hide the raw pain in his voice.
Elijah swung the door open, his brow knotted with worry at the unfamiliar sound in the captain's voice. "Is there something amiss, captain? Are you wounded? Your voice...it sounded as if something was paining you." The treasure crowding almost every corner of the room and piled upon the table had not even registered in his mind; his focus was consumed by the captain's face. It was wet with tears and contorted with anguish.
Captain Burns laughed, and it had an ironic sound to it. "My wounds are not physical, Eli. I sent for you because I knew I could trust you to honor my wishes. Shut the door and sit down."
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