"I still remember long ago, when we were young, the lighthouse keeper had a funeral for his son, still lost out at sea. He told us of the day the ocean swept his love away, how we reminded him of them, he asked us if we would stay to hear his story. "He was young and he'd been strong," he said, and one look in his eyes told me he'd already taken himself to another time, before his son had died.



"Times were hard, they'd been just barely getting by, but he saw her at the market and when he caught her eye, nothing else mattered. He liked her hair, he liked her voice, he liked the way she smiled, he asked her if she wouldn't maybe stay there for a while, to get to know him. They'd talk far into the night and she made everything alright, and every day she'd be waiting by the shore for him to come home."



He said "I still remember how the storm passed through, that day, and the way she didn't scream when she was swept away, and my son, how he'd deny that she was gone at all, and the way he'd set adrift without a hint of gall, and I remember how he'd spend his nights soaked in seafoam, waiting for her to drift by, to say he's not alone, until he called upon the tide to make a pact, said 'I don't care if it means my life, I want her back!'



"By dawn they'd struck a deal, he'd set sail the last time, not a soul dared follow under clouds all red to find that when the skies had cleared they were no more apart, they say he haunts the ships of men who live with heavy hearts..."


// I do not own this song. All credits go to https://moinontoi.newgrounds.com/.

The Sailor

Did you see it?
On the left side of the door frame, barely visible on a camera, a light-translucent mist slowly creeps into the frame. < ... >
So, what do you think? 

The Sailor

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