The exile star fields open up to him, a star-chain like hanging doorknobs in the voided sea. Through the undarkness, the pirate watches with cunning, moony eyes, wondering if his captain-prey knows the captain-law: stoic face and steer forward. Never look back or face the spiraling void.
Fire at whim, flip-turns in his mind as he gives chase. Run couple of stolen moments, he thinks.
His ship, a blackbird in space, lost to the eye. His crew, betwixt dark and bright.
And then, the breaching moment. From tale-ward comes the pirate-predator.
He smiles, knowing hope, in its endless fragility, is breakable as bones.
They plunder, there on the shadow-edge. One voyage, shipwrecked. It is the unmaking time. Fate intervenes in Destiny.
We are the spiraling void. And man in void, falls.
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