Post Mon Dec 28, 2015 5:44 pm

Endings and beginings

Tara looks round the engine room one last time.

It’s seems very empty without the small touches that had built up over the last three years. She reached down and shouldered the old kitbag that now held the majority of her possessions, picked up a box from the now empty work bench and left the room where a faint smell of whiskey still hung in the air. She’d chosen her time carefully, so there was no one about as she walked through the ship.

She patted the hull like an old friend and disappeared into the the docks.
Family
Crew
The word don't matter
They're the folk who if you cut 'em I bleed
If you cause 'em pain
if you twist their strengths to hurt them more
Start running

Because you have set your will against mine and I know not the meaning of mercy for you