MysticW2002

Long times pass ere the sun rises, A lonesome captain 'pon the tides. 'Neath his feet his galleon rises, As the great ocean waves it rides. Down from northern seas his ship sails Hear him, the ghostly captain, shout. "Damned be ye if your tasks ye fail. Make fast the masts!  Now, come about!" Far from frigid north seas his ship, Seeking vengeance on the dark waves A cutlass and brace at his hips. Curse on his lips for scurvy knaves. Dread captain, what seek ye this night? "Vengeance, m'lad.  Make the sails tight!" Why seek ye vengeance this black night? "To right a wrong.  Hold the wheel tight!" "Hard a'starboard, hard a'port,

JANUARY 21, 2005 SOMEWHERE IN THE SOUTHEASTERN UNITED STATES It was official.  Aaron was bored. Of course, the fact that he didn't really have a life outside the computer might have had more than a little to do with that.  Any person he cared to talk to was well over 200 miles away, as the raven flies. Which, on some days, suited Aaron just fine.  Today, however, was not one of those days.  An avid reader, he had exhausted his nigh-endless supply of fanfiction and bootleg books days before.  With most of his friends in school, he didn't really have anything to do with himself.  And his family... no, that's a book best left unopened.  T