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Post by Zoltan on Jul 24, 2009 11:27:16 GMT
A ship rolled in, slowly and steadily. The sails were down, oars pulled out to row the vessel into dock. Zoltan stood watching it, happily. A woman and child passed by behind him and the old man turned around to address them. He pointed back at the ship as he spoke.
"Safely returned!" Zoltan smiled as he waved at the sailors on deck, readying ropes to make berth. "Who'd have thought?! They were doomed from the get-go, yet here they come!"
The woman frowned at Zoltan, who clapped his hands in excitement, then calmed down.
Seriously, he said: "The Titanic has returned, its crew intact as well as its hull. Simply amazing."
The woman continued to frow as she softly replied: "Sir... This ship, it's the Titan." She took her child's arm and walked on.
Zoltan frowned for a second, sat down and folded his arms. "Ah," he mumbled. "No matter. I'll wait then."
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Post by Zoltan on Sept 14, 2010 10:27:31 GMT
A rose lay on the dock, a white, shrivelled one. It lay on a scrap of paper, with words scribbled on it. It had been written by a shaky, unsteady hand. It read: Dear Leo,
I've waited for your return for as long as I can. I'm sorry, I can't face waiting another day. It pains me to my core. As does leaving this note to take over my vigil. Please do not think me cruel. Know that I love you, Leo, and should you ever return, look me up. Have you died at sea? Haunt me, I'm serious. I enjoy company, no matter the form: be it mortal or ghost, I shan't discriminate. Also, I'd be curious to experience the paranormal thusly.
All the best,
Zoltan (out)
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