She's been calling to me ever since we buried that empty coffin with her name on it. It's not my fault. The sea swept her body away before the coastguard had even set foot in their ship and the rest of us were left half-capsized and wondering if we'd be taken next.
Now any time I hear running water, I hear her voice too.
It's quiet but she's always there asking where we went like she swam back up somehow.
Don't see how she could though, she was dead long before we set sail.
Now any time I hear running water, I hear her voice too.
It's quiet but she's always there asking where we went like she swam back up somehow.
Don't see how she could though, she was dead long before we set sail.
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