WARNING: STORY CONTAINS HINTED SEXY TIME AND IS MARKED WITH INCEST. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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AH, STILL CONTINUING?
PRESENTING: "First Mate"
A Sam X Eric poetic-fanfic by Walter Walker. (Enjoy? I hope it's not to tasking/ complicated to read. Please get the hang of it! I'm just innovating ways to creatively tell the story 'ere!)
Captain: No one can say
Polisher: Can anyone say
Captain: What is good for me?
Polisher: What is good for me?
Captain: I am the judge of my own!
Polisher: Am I the judge of my own?
Captain: The captain, the leader, the one in-charge of all!
Polisher: I'm certainly in no position to be in charge.
Captain: This ship is my turf- the sea is what I command!
Polisher: This ship, I can't escape it. I can't escape cleaning the floorboards.
Captain: Everyday, as fine as a lovely maiden!
Polisher: Days are very long. Nights... they're even longer.
Captain: I see the horizon,
Polisher: I see the horizon,
Captain: The beauty is breath-taking
Polisher: The beauty sends tears to my eyes.
Captain: Argh, such a wonderful world!
Polisher: When will I see the wonderful world?
Captain: No reason why I'd ever want my eyes closed!
Polisher: Sleep... I can't wait to dream.
Captian: But, argh! This pirate's got to rest, too! I think I'm seeing things...
Polisher: My hands are numb, my body's sore, yet I can't stop to rest.
Captain: But the night... is still young!
Polisher: It's too dark to be shining the floors.
Captain: My slaves are young, too...
Polisher: But this is the work of a slave.
Captain: They never stop... those peasants... haha...
Polisher: I wish I could stop.
Captain: Brush, brush, brush... noises disrupt the softly laughing stars.
Polisher: Brush! Brush! Brush! I hope I'm not disturbing anybody...
Captain: A door swings open. Hi-ho! It's me, yo-ho! Haha!
Polisher: Someone wobbles out of a door.
Captain: I hear a bucket spill and something oozes to reach me.
Polisher: Soapy water reaches his leather boots.
Captain: I see a boy: same hair. But that's all. Argh, my vision's not clear tonight.
Polisher: I see a man: same hair, same face, but he is different from me.
Captain: I advance to him.
Polisher: I take small steps back.
Captain: Gravity fails me-hic!
Polisher: He slips- he falls... falls down on me.
Captain: I see a pair of- hic! bright eyes-hic!
Polisher: I see a pair of bright eyes
Captain: I am staring at-hic! Heaven's eyes.
Polisher: Am I staring at Heaven?
Captain: A face-hic! that brings so much beauty than-hic! the day.
Polisher: I look away, too ashamed of myself.
Captain: How can you be my-hic! slave?
Polisher: Why am I your slave?
Captain: Come with me? Hic!
Polisher: I don't think I should join you.
Captain: I'll just-hic! have to-hic! scoop you up then.
Polisher: I am in his arms. I feel safe.
Captain: I hope no one is around to see-hic! us.
Polisher: I wish the world could see us now.
Captain: They-hic! would not understand this...
Polisher: This is the wonderful world.
Captain: This is embarrassing, my-hic! sudden cravings...Hic!
Polisher: I couldn't crave anything more than to be under your sheets. With you.
Captain: Shh, quiet, my love.
Polisher: Why are you not moaning, my Captain?
Captain: Tomorrow, tomorrow... Hic!
Polisher: No, now...
Captain: So I take him in again for another night.
Polisher: His lust controls me to surrender to him.
Captain: Thrusts and moans, I give it my all with each passing day.
Polisher: It is not love he gives me.
Captain: Many months... I have truly fallen.
Polisher: It was... just... lust.
Captain: And this boy, his name is Eric.
Polisher: This lustful pirate... oh, Captain Sam...
Captain: I wish he could feel me.
Polisher: I wish he would feel me.
Captain: Because I truly love him.
Polisher: Because I love him from the start.
Captain: It pains me to be in this ship with him
Polisher: It pains me to be in this ship with him
Captain: Because I can't let the crew know...
Polisher: I see how much he disregards me, the peasant, the floor polisher.
Captain: Nights are our only chance.
Polisher: Our nights are so lusty.
Captain: But I love him.
Polisher: But I love him.
Captain: But I can't let them know.
Polisher: I don't want to conceal it.
Captain: My name is Sam, Captain of the Ship and the Sea.
Polisher: My name is Eric, a floor polisher.
Captain: And I am in love with a floor shiner.
Polisher: And I am in love with a prideful pirate.
Captain: And now, he is my first mate.
Polisher: I am no longer his peasant.
Captain: Someday, I'll let him know.
Polisher: Someday, I'll conceal it, too.
Captain: I won't be afraid
Polisher: But, I am so afraid...
Captain: To let him know that I don't want to lose him.
Polisher: To lose him.
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