No music, no dancing. Just going and going. She looked at the stars. Their indifference was reassuring. Their constant presence, soothing.
Lucy walked through a deserted farm, probably full of ghosts and bad memories. The woods were dark and no bird sang. That was a part of F.Land Lucy hadn't seen before.
She never thought what would be the consequences of entering the country illegally. Now she had found. One year plus one day.
Lucy didn't know, but in that very same farm, centuries ago, a spoiled brat had got drunk and joined the Navy full of irresponsible joie de vivre. He was unaware of the curse a spurned farmgirl had put on him.
Those who would go to sea for pleasure, would visit hell as a pastime.
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