from the deck. Though no one could hear him through the wind, rain, and his
frantically bailing water from the ship with an old chamber pot. He was also
exceptionally dense beard, everyone knew the goal was likely not to be in the middle of a terrifying storm. Sails were brought in, the masts taken down, and men steered futilely with an oar, trying to return to shore. At this point, they were willing to beach the ship if it meant survival. artholomew was doing his part in the chaos,
simultaneously composing heart-wrenching pleas of mercy to every god he’d ever heard of, promising to give up piracy for a life of honest privateering. In the middle of composing a particularly tearful line to Allah, Bartholomew heard a peculiar roaring noise in his ears. He paused from his work to look around, and with utter terror, realized he could not see so much as
Driver’s Ed Daydream, Sara Manzano Davila, ink
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