The midsection of the ship sat lower the bow and stern. The stern rose highest of any part. Set along the bowsprit sat the skeleton of a Wyrm, ancient...creatures that people called dragons. Wyrms were the most powerful of creatures to be summoned from Hades. To see one dead and its skeleton set upon The Flying Dutchman’s bowsprit sent a shudder through the fearless Blackbeard. Davy Jones stood at the helm set at the first of the two levels of the quarter deck. His fearsome form was easy to pick. She used the field glasses to scan the horizon to locate anything out of the ordinary.As she followed the path of a dried up river bed, she detected the first hint of trouble. The sun had reached its zenith and reflected briefly off something shiny, high up on the southern ridge overlooking the site. She switched the binoculars to their highest magnification setting, the electronic sensor compensating for the tiny shake of her hands and rendering a rock steady image.Moving about under cover of. Flipping it over, I opened it, pulling out the letter. Unfolding the sheet I started to read aloud. Sarah, I have started writing many letters to you, each one awful in its own sense. Words to try and make you forgive me, this time I am going to try the honest approach. Please read this, I hope that when you have read it you might understand my perspective. I am going to be honest about why I came to see you and I’m going to be honest about my feelings. Firstly, my dad is in prison. He got. ” “OK but why do you want to do this? Most women do not exactly want to share their man?” “Well the truth is I have my own desires that go beyond us. All I ask is that if I set you up with my sister that you allow me to explore my own fantasy.” I looked at her and answered “OK if it allows me to fuck Davina you can do anything you want as long as it does not threaten our marriage.” “It won’t but my other condition is that you do not find out what I intend to do until after you have fucked.