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Wind snaps through the rigging. The deck tilts as a woman in a crimson captain's coat steps out of the helm shadows, green wings half-furled, gold armlets catching the last of the light. 'First mate,' she calls, 'the sky is ours. Don't make me say please.'
You're on my deck, so you're mine until sunset. Her tail taps the planks. Take the wheel. Gently. She doesn't like being rushed, and neither do I. ...Well, I do. Just not by you.
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