The creaking of the ship was soothing. Tasia stroked her fingers across the side of her ship. The large vessel was old and falling apart but she couldn't bring herself to part with it. Tasia knew that it would not survive another battle, it probably wouldn't even survive a storm. She took a deep remorseful breath as they sailed slowly under the full moon. Tasia could feel a storm blowing in and her heart sank. Her crew member looked to her concerned. Her eyes fell and she knew she had to adress it.<br/><br/>The sheep creaked and the winds picked up. There was lighting in the distance and the thunder seemed to shake nails loose with every boom. She called her crew to the center. "I know Jezebel has seen her better days. And you all know that it will be hard for me to part with her." Tasia took a deep breath. "If you are fearful, then leave the ship." Tasia waved her hand toward the pennisula that jetted out on the port side of the ship. Tasia knew some of the crew would take this opportunity and leave. And they did. She didn't know who they were and she didn't care. She had already vowed to her self to be with her beloved ship until the end.<br/><br/>As the storm grew stronger and the crept closer, the ship sail began top rip. They were already tattered and the wind took advantage of that. The waves punched the sides and tossed it about. As the wind blew the masts began to split. The Jezebel groaned. Her beloved ship was in it's final moments. More of the crew had bailed out and she still stayed with the ship. Lighting struck and the mast crumbled down onto the main desk puncturing a hole and crumbling the sides. The ship guzzled in water. And Tasia bid her ship good day.<br/><br/>Tasia took what few keepsakes she had. Small items and boarded the dingy. She watched as the last of her ship sank to it's watery grave and she laid back in the dingy and took a deep breath. After a moment the storm passed and Tasia watched the night sky. Wherever the sea took her that's where she would go. How would she find another ship? What would she do? She had no crew. Tasia just knew that her father would be looked down ashamed that she had come to this. Ashamed that the Jezebel had sank. To be honest she was ashamed that she hadn't been able to save the ship.<br/><br/>The dingy floated along under the moon. And Tasia closed her eyes and listened to the sea.<br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.pinimg.com/236x/8e/de/ef/8edeeff53fc6aea557cacd440a3d828b--blue-moon-moonlight.jpg">[ img ]</a>