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[Shon]

3rd of Fall, 514AV It was another one of those days for Shon Stormbreaker. "Rishyyyy! Heyyy hoooo Rishyyyyyy!...hic!" More tilted than a capsized schooner, the memories were after him again, his head spinning in a multitude of circles he could not control. Pouring amber poison down his throat had seemed like a logical course of action at first, but even that could not cork the tears that waltzed slowly down his cheeks and dribbled into the scruff of his beard. It also happened to prevent him from being a very reliable sailor, something he'd need to be if he wanted to find the dock anytime soon. "Rishyyyyyyyy!" he wailed again into the vast emptiness of the bay, "I'm hungry..." It was the sound of a boy more than a man, the fated whimper of one whose hopes had been dashed to the drink and sunk, shoulders bearing the weight of the world. Standing along the bowsprit of his casinor The Loveless, Shon's glazed eyes searched the dark waters for the only friend he had left, one hand holding shakily onto the forestay of the boat, the other dragging along a bottle of a sweet smelling liquid that had a particular bite to it. His bare feet cradled the rounded edge of the timber clumsily; a wonder he hadn't fallen in himself yet. "Ahhhhh, PETCH OFF YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR MITTENS!" The one hand clutching the bottle fell behind him at the peak of his sudden rage, only to be thrust forward a moment later as he watched it soar in the air, leaving a trail of amber that poured out from its neck, and land a dozen yards away. The watery white splash it made gave him a sobering moment of clarity, face twisting in horror as realization dawned on him. "Oh nooooooooooo. No-o-o-o-o-o..." Both hands now grabbed at the forestay as though it were his mother's skirt and he were five again, head pressed to its rough and sinewy edge, the only comfort in this world left to him. Tears of a different nature quickly replaced the ones before, moistening the salt dried skin of his face. In his exasperation, it seemed all sense had left him. "I'm sorry, rum. I'm sorrrryyyyyyyy!" Gone the way of those he loved.