Finn POV "Shall we drop anchor, Cap'n?" I was startled from my daydream by Cyrell, my first mate. A shame really, because that vision of you and I, dancing by firelight on the sand had started to feel real. I could almost smell the mixture of sea salt and rum as I held you close. The smoky flavour left on my lips after another slow kiss. I hummed my favourite sea shanty softly as we swayed, your head nestled on my chest, fingers intertwined. "Cut through the mist, approaching dawn, the sea returns, what once was gone..." "Aye Cyrell, this seems as good a place as any." Truth be told, I was beginning to care less and less about where we dropped anchor. It's been 7 years of chasing the perfect spot, the spot whereupon daybreak you might be returned to me. 7 long years and my hope was beginning to fade. It was never meant to be this way; your Siren song was destined to l
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