Gift fic 23
Nov. 23rd, 2007 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosieknightShe looks so beautiful, floating there, in the distance. Her long, clean lines and broad sails reflect the long-ago era she was built in. The light wood seems untouched by time and salt water.
She's a beautiful ship.
Half of the sailors on this metal monstrosity of a modern battleship would be willing to sell their souls to get a chance to crew her, if they could see her.
If... If even the non-sensitives in the crew can see her, we are in trouble. She is rarely visible to the rest of the world. Only the rare day off, the reunion days, the calling of the Brethern Court, or during preparation for... large cargos triggers her to become fully a part of this world.
I stare across the water at her.
Hopefully I won't become the newest Turner to crew the Flying Dutchman.
End
She's a beautiful ship.
Half of the sailors on this metal monstrosity of a modern battleship would be willing to sell their souls to get a chance to crew her, if they could see her.
If... If even the non-sensitives in the crew can see her, we are in trouble. She is rarely visible to the rest of the world. Only the rare day off, the reunion days, the calling of the Brethern Court, or during preparation for... large cargos triggers her to become fully a part of this world.
I stare across the water at her.
Hopefully I won't become the newest Turner to crew the Flying Dutchman.
End
