Welcome to the InnWelcome, traveler, to The Dragon’s Barrel. You have come far upon the winding roads, have you not? Drawn by the light of our lantern burning in the night, you say? Yes, we leave it as a beacon for folk like yourself. Enter and sit yourself down, my friend. Rest your weary bones, have a drink of our fine Summer Ale (Cold as a mountain stream and just as smooth). Relax and hear the tales of other wanderers who have come from many different paths. Our tavern is here at the great crossroads, far from any town or village. The dust of all lands has found its way to our floors upon the boots of our guests. There is no knowing what you may see or hear within these walls… but do listen. Listen and let your mind wander to far off peaks of snow and ice, and to vast deserts full of peril, and even down to the endless sea. And share your own tale, if you wish. You may find your story turned in a direction altogether unexpected, or joining up with the ever unfolding tale of anotheWelcome to the Inn by Captain-Savvy
Under the Blood Sun Part 2The little dinghy sailed on for hours that first day without a sniff of trouble. A good wind carried them over waves that seemed to rise and fall in their favor, never too wild or too still. There was no sign of rain or storm, and their path was clear of any other pirate or navy vessels.Under the Blood Sun Part 2 by Captain-Savvy
Despite their speed and the relative ease of travel, the two pirates onboard the dinghy didn’t speak much in the morning. They were both busy with their thoughts and worries and the mood wasn’t exactly cheerful. Often Darby started to ask Jane how her arm was doing, or what she was thinking, but he kept quiet. She didn’t seem to be in a talkative mood anyway.
When the sun was high overhead and beating down with noon heat Darby was glad for the cool breeze and the sea spray. It was a hot day indeed… Jane had even cast aside her coat to allow the wind to catch her shirt and cool her body. The blonde man couldn’t keep from glancing appreciatively in her direction often. Ever
keratoconusKeratoconus.keratoconus by Captain-Savvy
A long word.
Something in a text book.
Sounds odd. Sounds funny.
Gets worse over time.
1 in 2000 Americans have it.
Squinting, bobbing and weaving.
I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.
Trip. Bump. Stumble.
A shrinking world.
Horizons drawn in.
Time sinking underwater.
Roads closed. Gates shut.
Dreams hung too high.
Hopes ground under a heel.
Independence chipped away.
The positive armor
is tarnished by tears.
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