The hull against a reef had crashed, and we, in mortal combat locked, were thrown into the air when she did sudd’nly stop. Quick still our swords did ringing meet, the steel singing as we above the deck did fly. Bound by our hate, we strove like lovers racing to embrace, we closed the distance quick, did sprint once we did touch the ground. But splitting, creaking wood under our feet—the waves and reef sundered the ship. A gulf between us twain, a ragging froth waxing, and we drifted apart. And so the sea swallowed the both of us.
Drabble: Separated
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