A Ship of Bones & Teeth

by Karina Halle

There has to be some sort of analogy drawn between a captain’s ship and his lover, but I’m not poetic enough to think of one. All I know is that I am as obsessive and possessive about that ship as I am about Maren, and I would travel to the ends of the world to get the both of them back. They both belong to me.

“Huzzah!” the crew yells, raising their swords and muskets in the air. One of them is even lifting up a femur, possibly his own.

LOL

“No one touches you,” he says, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Ever.”