By Duzzie
Word Count: 100
Drifting
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A/N: Yes, I know I haven't updated this in quite a while, but I've got a legit reasoning! For such a long time now I've had THE worst case of writer's block…still do, really, but hopefully I'll slowly conquer it I was eaten by a band of raving, rabid iguanas……I know this is a crap chapter, but hopefully I'll get back into the game soon.
To MY READERS. Thank you so much for reading (some for following and waiting). To MY REVIEWERS. Always, always, thank YOU. It really helps to encourage when reviews are received to let me know people out there do actually pay attention to this sad collection of drabbles.
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He wonders for a moment if in some distant reality, they're happy; wonders if the air tastes as fresh and if it smells as sweet; if the sea looks as blue and if the deck of a rocking boat feels as solid as the ground of an island.
He thinks, even if that were true, nothing could ever make life as worth it as it is when the smile of his captain reflects in the sky like a thousand suns and the promise that tomorrow brings their dreams that much closer.
Either way, he wouldn't trade this life for anything.