Scarlet Sails

Flipping through yesterday's other people's blogs, came across a girl with the name of Assol. In general, I was reading romantic snot, I saw enough pictures with scarlet sails, and my brain, inflamed with a biorhythms malfunction, generated my pictures. Now I will bring you the most striking:
Another port, there is still a loss of time .....
The sailors of that and look, they will arrange a riot. I find it increasingly difficult to manage people. The goals of navigation are not clear to them, the answer to the question when the voyage is finally over, they will be able to get a calculation for a couple of weeks to go ashore and how to tear themselves off with the port whores - also Boredom pushes them to bad thoughts and bad deeds.
Another port refused hospitality ...
The color of our sails is a signal of danger to the Coast Guard. I'm tired of the problems.
I'm starting to despair. So many years of fruitless searching .. My skin is worn out. My eyes blushed. I do not sleep well. Where are you, my Captain Gray? Only a small book under the pillow supports me. Well, could not he so blatantly lie to so many people, this Alexander Green?
Yesterday they told me that they saw my dream in town N. Raise the sails, give the ends!
Um ... well, the city. A small, winter resort town with dead beaches and snow-filled carousels. Only three taverns, but only one in general.
I left the command to stay on the ship and be ready to sail. And she herself went to the institution with a beating heart .. let too - N.
I recognized Him immediately. He is exactly like him and described by Mr. Green. Beautiful and cheerful. He is loved by women and respected by men. He ate Caesar's salad, and was completely drunk.
I quietly sat down at his table and waited for him to finally finish eating, notice me and find out in me his love and destiny.
I saw your vessel in the morning at the pier. Nicho is a yacht, "the Captain said after a while." The Volvo engine, 4,500 horses? "
Yes ... - I answered in perplexity. Now I knew for sure that it was him, my Gray.
Cool! And with sails, like old books! Looks amazing.
We talked for a bit. About everything. But not about us. I realized that the fuel delivery system on my yacht is more interested in him than I am. But he's kind, my Captain, he does not deny women, especially when he's drunk.
I will not describe modesty in the night at the boat station. I will only say that in the morning I decided to kill my heart. Equal to my Gray, I will not meet again. And I do not need another.
I left Him to search dreams. I returned to the tavern. In his favorite, in N. Carved a knife on the table with her callsign. Last little weakness.
A local trader exchanged my skirt for good pants. And one earring - on a black bandanna with a skull and bones. Seven barrels of black paint covered the crimson silk with an even layer. Ashes from Mr. Green's book, I held the stripes on the cheeks.
My sailors are not bored now. Wait for me in their ports, now I will enter without demand!