The unquenchable thirst

He laid back, smiling, like he always does in his favourite bed. No more worries haunted him. Gently running his fingers through his leather jacket, he could smell the stiffness as it was new as it was made.

He laid back smiling, in his captains cabin. While his ship was sinking. His hunger to journey across the sea has been relieved. Now a new voyage begins, to a place no man has heard of before.

He was smiling.

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