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These Are The Soul Cages
Aug. 27th, 2006 10:18 pmIt's quiet down here. It's been quiet for a while now, since the cannons stopped.
Since the screaming stopped.
Bootstrap Bill Turner sits in the tangled seaweed that strews the sodden floor of the Dutchman's brig, knees drawn up (there isn't room to stretch out his legs), and watches a tiny crab make its way down the opposite wall.
Since the screaming stopped.
Bootstrap Bill Turner sits in the tangled seaweed that strews the sodden floor of the Dutchman's brig, knees drawn up (there isn't room to stretch out his legs), and watches a tiny crab make its way down the opposite wall.
