She was within terrifying proximity of uncharted waters.
Coasting on the shoreline of a land ruled by L words and fallen flag poles.

She'd leave the 3 words left unspoken forever, if it could guarantee her ship would sail.
It didn't even have to sail smoothly; it just needed to stay afloat.

She'd seen her share of horizons, slept beneath stained glass skies.
Weathered riptides.

She'd known heroes.
She'd loved harlots.

And now, she'd kiss the coastland goodbye. Ferry souls for 100 years...
Sail into the eye of the storm.

If he'd love her, like their ship had never sank before.