and the ships are left the point.
for enormous generation, they already stood still at the point.
they left. flee to check another point.
"there's an island, Sir."
"we fits to the land."
"shall we drop the anchor, Sir?"
and the ships are left the point. they flee with none.
none of the point that's fits the anchor.
Catharina Augusta said "oh fuck with that faith!"
"wrath is thy common."
"why lingering thy common?"
"your dagger wont work!"
Louisa McReilly whispered "those who'd been blessed with fire and snakes. makes me one of the serpents. I'll grow and lead astray."
one anchor to a point. one eye dagger to Kristi's.
and the ships are gone. they left and none to drop and none of the anchor.
none of it is the dagger to Kristi's.
