Mary and Sarah said their nightly prayer before going to sleep. I recited one of my own. Sleeping with one I open, I wanted the weather to remain calm, just until we reached land.
From the breath of the air, and the dove on the mast, it was only a few days away. I watched as the sun rose from the east. The glow on the horizon like autumn leaves littering the forest floor. Red in the morning, shepherd’s warning. We had a day at most until the wind changed.
My little boat would safely make it to shore with all four aboard. It was safer there. I couldn’t let my new family down. I wouldn’t go with them. My world is here. I am lured to the sea like metal to a magnet, but this isn’t the life for them.
They deserve to drink plain water, without the stench of rum inside. On a island, they could build a little church. Find like minded folk to share their prayers with. I would miss them, but I am born to be a pirate.
Writer Ravenclaw 
stench? rum?
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