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By Gamine
September 24, 2003
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Found her? Nay, she found me. My heart became hers
that day, and my soul.
Would that my body was hers as well. I am no eunuch, as my restless
dreams testify. But, as you said, I am incapable of wooing her,
of crossing the chasm between her station in life and mine. To
have her near is my personal hell, but I burn willingly.
Jest if you wish, but I am no fool. Your face lights when you
hear my name. But there is nothing you can want of me that I am
loath to give.
We have an accord.
By Colleen
September 2003
~
Ship's Cat ~
Hawkins wanted a cat - he said it would keep the vermin down.
Gibbs said cats could predict weather
and AnaMaria added that if they ran out of food far from port
they'd at least have stew. Jack grinned and
it was decided.
Hawkins brought aboard a fat, gray tom. He claimed that it would
grow sleek running round the ship and
hunting its dinner.
Now Jack stared at the cat, nursing a mass of kittens.
"Oh," he said, his face showing that he didn't know
how anyone could make such a mistake. "So it is that you've
found a girl!"
~.~
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