Vignette 5 of 10: Captain's Boots

 I can still taste the salt water washing over our deck in a storm. I still feel the worn grain under me, smooth from years of mopping, pacing and fighting. I remember him before he was captain, when he slept in a hammock under the deck, silent as the dead. I still hear he bones I broke of a man who crossed the line. I was the first pair of shoes he bought as a sailor and I will be his last. For Davy Jones hill have to pry me off my captain himself before I let him go.