Companion to Day Thirty-Six: Picture

11:30am

The wind threw me into a mess of ropes and I was trapped. It tossed me around and dunked me under waves. A rope slipped around my neck.

 3:00pm

Sol slashed through the ropes, saving my life again. ‘Lazy sod,’ she yelled over the thunder, ‘come help throw the cannons overboard.’

6:00pm

We threw away our weapons and our food, but Sol kept her treasure. The lightened ship flew over the ocean. We hurtled deeper into the dark.

We threw away our weapons and our food. . .

We threw away our weapons and our food. . .

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