A Clash of Steel: A Treasure Island Remix (Remixed Classics)

by C.B. Lee

Lời nói gió bay, truyện chép chuyền đời. Words may disappear like the wind; a story is passed on forever.

I know little of my father. Only that he and Mother were fairly successful salt merchants, but a storm capsized his ship on one of his journeys.

I want to kiss her suddenly, and the feeling is even more overwhelming than stepping into this city for the first time was.

“Everyone should be afraid of those who can embroider. We have the patience to keep stabbing the same thing over and over again.” I had not thought about embroidery that way. Every skill is valuable, I realize. Things I thought mundane suddenly are precious: Mending is used on the sails, our clothes, rucksacks. Keeping the deck scrubbed and clean is important to prevent slips and falls; being able to keep everything organized means having items where they can be found quickly.

I’ve felt so alone my whole life, waiting to fulfill some expectation, to perform in some way. All my life I’ve been waiting, and now I’m doing.

“Who is more the thief: the government that preys on its own people, or those who must become thieves in order to survive?”

“I want more than that,” I say, the honesty raw in my throat. “I want you by my side always.”

“I wanted to always be by your side, but I can’t do that if you’re dead. Live, Anh. I love you.”

how some say soulmates can find each other in every lifetime. Perhaps they were ducks who shared a nest together, or a weaver goddess and a cowherd, or just two girls who looked at the world and wanted more.

I want to say I see you, and you are valuable because you exist. You exist in the past, you exist in the present, and you exist in the future. This story is for you, and all your new horizons.