Also, I am hoping to get Photoshop here real soon, I'll keep asking mom. I must have it!


Confessional. Part. IC O N F E S S I O N A L P A R T . I a bottle of rumConfessional. Part. I
Drops of water brushed his face every time the waves hit the harbor, it was about 11:00pm and the tanned figure leaned over the gates of Port Royal, his gaze towards the horizon.
Its kind of boring in there, want to start a fist fight like last time? - the female figure leaned next to him, patting his shoulder with her left hand and holding a bottle of rum in the other. She was a cheery young lady with deep grey eyes.
I dont feel like it, sorry the boy sighed. &nbs