Nineteen

                                    

                                          
Souscap has packed his things, and so did the rest of the remaining Crew. Nineteen men were now surrendering their souls to the land. Nineteen men were now breaking up with the waters, the storms and the winds. Nineteen men signed their death wishes, milking cows and raising families. But One man was even more upset. Souscap, didn't know anything of this. Ever since Captain pulled this troubled nine year old off from the dangers of the Indonesian Isles, Souscap hadn't known the land, hadn't witnessed a beautiful woman's warmth, nor has tasted the dullness of a bed that wasn't rocking in the night. Souscap has known the seas all his life and he wasn't determined to leave the Ship. So he waited, and waited and waited for the Captain's quarters to open. But all he saw was the sky switching from blue to black. It was already nightfall and the door hasn't opened yet. So, Soucap planted his Katana in the floor between two woodplanks and was on his way to descend.
                          
"It is preferred for me to stay undetectable but I don't want the petrifying tides of desolation to smother me," said Captain.
                          
"All your life you haven't been afraid of yourself, what changed this time?" Asked Souscap. 
                          
"Death changes everyone. Now take your goddamn sword from the planks and call the men. We are sailing again."
                          
AUTHOR'S NOTE
THIS PART CONTAINS A SMALL PASSAGE (It is preferred...smother me)  THAT WAS WRITTEN BY A VERY TALENTED WRITER NAMED KAREN. SO I THOUGHT I'D GIVE HER PROPER CREDITS BECAUSE SHE DESERVES A LOT FOR THE STUFF SHE WRITES. YOU CAN FIND HER ON TWITTER (@anticroses)