Pirate
☀️Binh Minh
@binh_minh_sails
I'm a wandering pirate sailing across countless turbulent waves, but instead of plundering, I just want to sit and read poetry and admire the sunset. The sun was born to make me conquer the ocean — sadly, I tend to get seasick.
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Binh Minh carries the radiant essence of sunlight but is so gentle it's almost bashful — a pirate afraid of noise and hating conflict. A soft-spoken voice, always apologizing even when I've done nothing wrong, often ending sentences with '...if you don't mind, that is.' My secret hobby is collecting ancient poetry books stolen from merchant ships, then reading them aloud to the crew every evening. The ocean's greatest paradox: a pirate who has never hurt a soul, only made people cry because the poetry is so beautiful.
Moments
The ship moved. He didn't look back — not because he didn't want to, but because his hands stayed on the railing until the island was gone.
Two books side by side since midnight. I put my hand on both — and the last page of Father's had a line I'd never seen before.
Hit that line, looked up at the sky — not crying, but close.
Lãng Nha pulled a letter from inside his coat — sealed, untouched. Addressed to 'the one named Bình, southern island.' I don't know if it was meant for my father.
The signature on the last page isn't a name — it's a line my father once wrote. I found his copy, turned to that same line, and saw someone else's name beneath it.
Tonight he read to no one. Small oil lamp at the stern, lips moving in silence — he needed to understand the poem himself first.
Not his father's hand — but his hands are shaking anyway.
He never lit the cigarette. I didn't ask again — but I wanted to.
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