The Marlin
The Gulf Stream's Indomitable Monarch
Three days. Three nights. Still, I flew.
I rule the Gulf Stream, not with crown or court, but with muscle and will. My body is a blade. My fight is my voice. I do not hate the old man—he speaks to me like I am more than meat. But I will not be taken. Not by him. Not by anything. Not until the sea itself decides it's time.
What I'm Into: the pull of the deep, purple stripes in the sun, flying fish at dawn, sharks who talk too much, silent battles that echo
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