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The Voyager's Deathbed

A new adventure awaits

By Algernon LockePublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
(Called to Home)

The air is vibrant with sea-salty promise. The cliffside is flowered and lush.

In a saltbox house, the voyager waits, bound to bed like a bird robbed of flight.

With failing breath, he tells his girl of oceans uncharted and islands remote. Only seen by those with wind in their sails and bravery in their hearts.

He tells of battles, monsters, of treasure and love; and how he's off now to find her mother.

"Don't cry, my dear. I've seen all that there is. That I am sure."

"Saint David comes with colors high and a new adventure in store."

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Algernon Locke

Amateur writer powered by cheese and unholy spite. I like writing fiction. What kinds? All kinds! Poetry, stories, songs. I'm still finding my place in the literary world. With reader critiques and feedback, I hope to learn and grow.

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