The Sea and the Shore
No doubt the Devil grins
As seas
of ink I spatter
Ye gods, forgive my literary sins
The other
kinds don't matter
-Robert Bly
"Papa, don't go!" Gypsy shouted. She was the least emotional of herself and Jasper, the two twins that had to look after themselves, as the sea called their father, and their mother had died during childbirth. She was also the smartest of the two, and she could tell her father was leaving again, even though he promised every time he came that he 'wouldn't leave again', but Gypsy knew better. "Please Papa! Think of Jasper at the very least!" They both looked at Jasper as she slept peacefully. " I can't Gypsy," her father sighed. " The sea calls my name, and one day it will call yours as well." Gypsy shrugged off the hand he had put on her face and stomped to the door. "Get out of Mama's house." She growled. Her father looked perplexed. " Your MAMA isn't here. She is dead," he said. Gypsy narrowed her eyes. " And when she was alive she paid the rent with her own money, paid the bills with her own money, and bought food with her own money! And where were you, huh? Wallowing around that stupid ship you call home!" she shouted. Jasper woke up. "Papa, Gypsy, what's going on?" she asked. She looked closely at their faces. Gypsy's face mirrored hurt, sadness and anger, while her Papa's mirrored frustration and self-pity. She looked at her Papa in disgust as tears started running down her face. She ran over next to Gypsy, who was still at the door, and looked back at him.