Fallen Lamb Dialectical Journal

I was only a member of the Fallen Lamb for a few nights at the time, but never had I seen the sea as beautiful as it was then. She glistened a deep blue, and clashed against the hard wood of the ship, waves rising until it hit the hull then falling back into the sea. Getting used to the constant rocking of the ship was incredibly difficult at first, but I managed to retain my balance after a week or so. Anyways, I made my way to the main deck, passing through the kitchen first so I could grab a bite to eat. All we had left for breakfast were apples that were once fresh, but old and bruised now. “Oy! Cabin Boy,” a deckhand called out to me. “Cap’n says the ship’ll be approachin’ the prize soon. ‘e says to git to the arms master ‘an ‘elp wiv the
As it turns out, the ship was carrying sugar, which meant that we would be eating well that night. The captain was busy recruiting new members for the crew, in order to replace the men lost today. After the cargo was loaded onto the Fallen Lamb, the other ship was set ablaze along with the enemy captain and men who decided not to join us. I looked over the side, and watched as the burning ship disappeared into the evening horizon.
*** *** *** “And what happens after that?” The young man sitting across the table from me asks. Everyone in the tavern knows how the story ends, but this boy just got here. He says he’s the cabin boy of an up and coming crew. “Well, nothing really. The crew was disbanded after the captain’s death. That was a little over ten years ago. Most found new crews and continued to be pirates, but I’ve had enough of that life. I’m a farmer now.” “I don’t know how you could just give up your freedom like that. Don’t you miss it? The sea, the adventure, the rush?” He says, with a disappointed look on his face, but before I could answer, he is already on his feet. He walks through the tavern doors, and out into the cold