Pirate Moon

Wind blew silence, rolling heavy and thick from the oceans chilly deep, and it settled around us. I stared at a puddle of blood and shuddered. I glanced toward the ocean. The moon peeked through tattered clouds and it was eerie and sad. I called it a pirate moon, yet for melancholy reasons this time. The shady acts of men and devils were often aided by the light of such dim telestial glow. Pirate ...