johnny-tondemo

We never really needed words, not when we were like this. Sitting side by side in the crow's nest, companionable silence accompanied by the gentle slaps of waves against the Going Merry's hull. On particularly frigid nights I'd climb up here after the others turned in, heavy blanket slung over my shoulder 'cause I knew you were too stubborn to bring one for yourself. You'd scowl at me, faux annoyance not quite reaching your eyes, just before I chucked the heavy wool at your stupid marimo head. Your floundering inspired clean, pure laughter from me, the kind I rarely let others hear. I'd be on the verge of tears when you emerged, grabbing my