The Last Log
The weather has been inhospitable lately ruthlessly thrashing around at my delicate decks,ambushing my airship.. It is throwing wind my airship;I had to let my stunning dragon go I couldn’t bear to imagine the consequences that would bestow themselves upon her beautiful turquoise and purple scales. I must become strangers with all my worldly goods, they are to good to be destroyed if my life will be no longer in this world.As I go through this gleaming topaz coloured light.I must throw them in the red orange and yellow raging configuration (fire) I must discharge casting away my goods by throwing my elaborate coffer (box). I have grabbed the ragged and torn stringy rope and tied it so it encircled my oak steering wheel.