Heart Ship! The quest for forbidden love
Unloading is a breeze with those two great members. Not long after we had our share of payment did we end up having a drink celebrating a good ending. It is these filthy rat invested underground establishments that give opportunity to have another job at hand. One run back should get me started. The pays are great when being the bait. Our arms resting in spilled liquids we asses the risks of a run back if there is any.
When hands splash before us and shock the chairs we are greeted by a scarred man. His arms bulky from muscle created by holding sails while winds blows forth. Hands roughened from the salty waters spraying over the ropes. Bleak looking tattoos that once were black of monster around an anchor.
Life is good to me, or greed has over powered us. A run bigger than the first. But a week sail. Empty in. Coming back full. Back to the homeland. The one country I left behind to start anew. How will I feel once I see old pals back. Thoughts more powerful than my greed hep me decline a dangerous run. With three surprised looks towards I tell them why. Memories still fresh in the back of the head of previous runs shot down.
Angry sounds from the grumpy giant, I wave my crew to come along. In front of the pub the smell of sweat, rotting flesh and beer is filling the air. Uninterested of returning empty handed we depart ways. On my own again. But I have set my direction. I know where I want to go. Determined to get there safe and sound. Starting fresh leaving the bad past behind.
Not staying here another day. Once known I am on my own on a ship it is easy to be taken. Can one trust a departed crew led by greed and money. Leaving a foot in the grave will only give so much gratification. You still do not want to end up in it. It is a thrill to feel alive. To toy with things unknown. Bouncing on the board to enter my ship and feel the rocking of the ship from the crashing waves.
A storm is coming. Dark clouds on the horizon and flags wave freely in the winds. No time to waist. Casting of and using just a small sail. Turned to the wind away from the docks. Gaining distance from those who do not step aside or are afraid and easily take what is not theirs. Steering away form where I would like to go but the wind will not let me. A detour ahead in this journey or make it short enough and go for a place to anchor and get through the storm until the wind are favourable to get me back tom my princess.
Making ready to have nights alone in a place I rather not be. Out here on an open plain with nothing more than dreams of how I want it to be. Thoughts of that kiss. Warm memories of arms keeping me warm. I will make it together with my Yellow Rose.
@Ranting Crow 2013
I enjoy with the tears in eyes to write this. It is strange how it works, but think it shows in my writing somehow.
Hope you enjoyed this 13th entry of ‘Heart Ship’. Let me know what you think,leave a comment or your critique.
Have a great weekend and we will see you again tomorrow on our Sensual Sunday.
Best wishes
Ranting Crow
Ranting Crow 
Thank you for this, Mr Crow. As usual a very griping log and beautiful entry.
WOw…Atmospheric as always. A lovely blend with the sensual today.