She wouldn't deny that she had addictions a plenty.
She drank rum
like most landlubbers drank water.
She liked her larder stalked
with jerky and those hard cinnamon candies.
But her greatest
addiction?
Ah, that was the sea.
The freedom. The power
of the wind and the waves.
The way she looked in the calm as well
as in a temper.
She was a tempermental beauty and Mazu considered
herself to be her best lover.
And love her, she truly did.
Her crew might think Higglety Plump was her great love.
But it
was the sea she sailed on.
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