thomas-tew

Because..._ he used to cradle his daughter in his arms every morning and often they would exchange soft nuances _...if you can dream it, if you can see it in your visions at night, if you can feel it in your soul, it__ yours! And it never really belonged to anyone else, in the first place! It was always yours!_ Viera returned her scroll to the drawer and closed it, she kissed the compass around her neck and climbed into her bed under the warm quilts, the candle flame crackled and the memories of her father__ arms around her embraced her there in bed and his deep, hoarse voice resounded in her ears; _... and if you chance upon a treasure that is yours and it happens to be in the possession of someone else, it__ not very wrong to take what is yours, to take what you dreamed, what you saw in your visions at night, what you felt visit you in your spirit! Sure, it__ not lawful, but aye aye my little one, listen to me when I tell you that the best things in life are not under the laws of any sort! For which law created love? Which law created courage? The best things, the real things, are the things that are not measured by any man__ laws! Fear is the only thing that any law has ever created! And what kind of pirates would we all be if we were afraid of any of our fears, even a little!