Williwaw Winds

“Hey, Horn! Get up here on deck pronto.” I throw my journal in my duffel bag, hoist myself out of my bunk, and wobble out to the deck. My muscles itch to kick Freddy in the shins for calling me Horn again. But there’s little energy or strength left in me after lying on my smelly bunk puking my guts out from seasickness.

Williwaw Winds


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