A bottle of wine
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Discliamer: I own nothing
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Thanks for the positive responses to this story. Im probably going to end it soon. Oh well. I promise to think of more stories to post soon. Now on to finding out where are dear Jacky ended up.
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Well woohoo for me. I finally found out where I am. Turns out I am no where near Boston.
Turns out I am not even near New York.
Well I guess you could say I am near New York.
If you could consider Maine close by.
Yes I am in Maine.
Bright side to this tragic tale of the drunken queen of the sea.
I am near water.
Bad news about this tragic tale.
The water is calling to me.
The water is turning into sirens dragging me towards it.
But I cant.
What I really should be doing is trying to find a way back to Boston.
The place with filthy mucky water that makes my soul sad.
Not like here with this beautiful crystal clear blue cold water.
The type of water that warms my watery soul.
Yes.
Perfect water.
I could always......
Sail back to Boston.
Yes I would enjoy that.
The wind pulling against my hair.
The salty smell of the water.
What the hell.
Im sailing back to Boston.
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Yes the drunken tale is sadly coming to a end. Tear.