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Ships, Storms, and Barf

The winds blew heavily, causing the ship to careen upon the smoky gray waters.

A girl with bright, yellow hair entwined her arms desperately around the silver railings. The ship lunged back and forth, falling in rhythm with the thunder above.

A hand slapped the back of the yellow-haired girl, suddenly causing her to upchuck any contents left in her stomach. The man leaned casually on the railing next to her as he watched her stomach acid disappear in the mist of the water beneath them with slight disdain.

The yellow-haired girl looked miserably down to the sea with her forehead close to the railing, looking as if she’d barf once more and then die.

Smiling, the broad-faced man reached to pat her away her sorrows, but was quickly cut off by a wave of her hand. Turning her head to face his direction, her voice was raspy as she spoke. “Touch me once more or I swear to the Moon that,” she glared at his hand, “goes off!”

Her eyes then caught sight of a sign in the surrounding mist. “Oh great.” A pirate flag.

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