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It had begun as a game, but now the joke was upon her. As the days and nights passed, she found her entire body wrecked with cramps and her throat was parched more often than she liked. No more did she chuckle, sing or make demonic faces at the passers-by... no, she merely closed her eyes, shutting out the fierce beating of the sun's rays upon her lithe frame.
She breathed heavily, leaning against the mast wearily. Her eyelids fluttered open momentarily, before closing. The world seemed to be spinning again, just like the night before, when the huge waves had rocked the ship, sending it bopping up and down in a jerky path. And the rain... slapping her across the face ~ ... as if Papa had sent it on an errand... ~ She was turning delirious herself, shivering, her lips firmly pressed together as she struggled to uphold her pride. Yet...
Pride against what? This bunch of heartless losers? ~ It was becoming a strain to summon what disdain she could, when her body was swaying and breathing was near impossible.
At last, she lifted her head skyward and spoke once, her pathetic voice in agony.
"Papa..."
Then it drooped, and she fell silent and weak.
[ 12-29-2003, 07:35 PM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]
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