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“Sometimes, the moon looks so pretty on the ocean I cry,” Stede admitted, looking across the room at the silk curtains that put his books to bed each night.
There was a fire crackling low in the mantle, casting strange shadows across the floor and wall. It crackled halfheartedly, trying to sound its best against the crashing, unending beat of the waves against the side of the ship. The wood of the hull creaked and groaned like a great beast made of dry bones stirring into life out of the wet sand. A low fog of smoke settled along each crease of Stede’s quarters, smelling mostly of the thick, sour scent of tobacco with just a hint of the musky clean earth smell of cannabis.
Edward sat still as a rocky cliff face in the chair just in front of the fire, the long stem of his pipe held a smoldering flame of lighthouse spark amongst the fog.
“Fuck, man,” Edward whispered, rolling each vowel quick and stucco with his accent off his tongue. “That’s fucking beautiful, mate. You oughtta write that down.”