The cannons had ceased their booming but powder was still exploding. Two ships drawn up for battle, hulls destroying one another with each jolt of the waves. If there had been crews aboard, they had disappeared like mist over the cliffs. A pair of captains, ranks distinguished by fanciful hats, pointed pistols with murderous glares.
“You still think this a game, Tom?” The sea hardened man hollered.
Tom smiled, his youthful face easily mistaken for innocence. “The games were over long ago.”
“You have debts to settle.”
“Nothing’s left. So I’ll be sending your bones to hell now.”
--- You should have seen my Mom’s face when she came home from the Christmas party. The kitchen counter was completely cleared off, every...
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