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An ocean so blue Pure as I had ever seen Untouched by the destructive hand Of man and machinery A sub-zero paradise Atop a lonely float Of ice and snow I stand, unmoving Not wanting to miss a moment Of the still world around me A naturally, unnatural calm Disrupted only by the Smoke from my lungs Twisting in the air around me A polar signal fire A sting of guilt The lingering feeling That I should not be here I am not worthy To interrupt such perfection Glaciers pass Sheets of ice, they move ...

Crouching in the bushes I hide from the One That I have never seen Peeking through the leaves Of cowardice and shame The Hunter is in the distance In the Forest he lurks Waiting for the moment That my guard is laid to rest But I am much to cautious I have played his game before And I know how he works He's been Hunting me forever And forever will I run Until that fateful day When the tables surely turn Our roles will someday cross The fear shall one day lift The lie be laid to rest And that i...

August 20, 2005 Let me start out by saying that I feel incredibly silly doing all this. Writing and in essence, conversing, with an inanimate object. Well, not conversing, seeing as how I’m doing all the talking. Come to think of it, I’m not even talking. I’m just writing. Writing down everything that happens to me, day by day, month by month, and year by year. Hopefully they let me stop it before then. I would go through an awful lot of notebooks. In all honesty, I think that’s a waste. Peop...

Jack stared intently out the little window in the back of the military grade Apache helicopter. From what he could see, no one had set food down there for what seemed like many years. Being from upstate New York, this was the highest concentration of trees he had ever seen in such a small area. He had not been in this division for very long, but judging by the size and slow speed of the craft, their entrance was not supposed to be grand. Nothing had been told to him prior to boarding. That’s...

PROLOUGE The ocean was black that night. Darker than the night itself. Darker than Lucky Johnny’s eye patch. The one he had earned himself with his first tangle with the captain of the Baron. Ruthless crew the Barons be. The only enemies of the Siren. The only other crew that dared stand up to them. It was an everlasting battle between the two ships. A battle to see who would one day finally rule The High Seas. Going back to that night. Captain Roger Flint stared blankly into the sky. The rhy...