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Left Behind

by Thalia Weaver
September 9, 2003

What do you call a dashing man, a sweet and handsome and bold man who sweeps a you off your feet and leaves when adventure comes knocking at his door? A merchant sailor, of course; you hide his truth and cover it with respectable lies, knowing somewhere deep that if he knew what you were telling his only son he'd get so very angry...and what delicious revenge! The boy, never knowing his father...and you dream, sometimes, of Bill, and then you cry deep in the midnight watches. You don't let him hear.

And a sword, drawn. "My father was not a pirate!"

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