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Ahab pov
3:15 morning the Clamton inn
I know not if it is the absence of my cabin bed or the city noise that keeps me awake so, awake and thinking of her.
Who is this girl? This young servant girl. This witch that has me so deeply under her spell. She steals my days and haunts my nights.
Her youth, her innocence, her endless kindness, her warmth it draws me so. I have no cause to want this girl and yet I find myself needing her.
She makes me act in ways I would not approve of in any other man with the title of captain. Dismissing high society women of my age as no more than honking geese, to chase after a girl below my rank and more than half my age.
Why, why is it when I am with this young girl, I feel as if I am experiencing the world, the land and life for the first time.
I go to my window and in my minds eye see her before me; like the glimmer of the sunlight on the sea. I touch my fingers to the cool glass, constantly craving her touch, and feeling some sort of redemption of past pains and sorrows when looking into her eyes. Her voice carrying to me like a ripple upon the water, voice a melody to lovely to withstand.
Why can I not find a wrongness in this attraction I feel for this beautiful young lady when I look in the mirror and see a man old enough to be her father or perhaps grandfather.
I would not be the first man to fall in love with a youthful girl in his old age. Aye, but could I implore that sweet girl to face judging eyes of passersby and the harsh whispers, that would be spoken under breaths so fatal and venomous? Dare I ask such a sweetness to take an old man into her heart and bed?
I shake my head and leave my window. I must belay this! I have put off sleep and other tasks with these nonsensical, unnecessary provisions for far too long.
So be it then…Goodnight.