Bedtime

roving sea gangsters

rusted with other men's blood

seaworthy with scurvy

drunk ship barely

the smell of sea hair

hunger still

in his eyes

my father telling tales

my small brother and I

nearly on deck

two of the men aboard

unholy hoard conscripted

vessel for swine, horses or less

transgressive transportation

men's mouths hung

like another man's scarf

on the star-scarred

neck of the night

forced retreat to werewolf flash

a mere distance of pages

poured like sugar

maybe abandoned

some vampire children

some late-night fiend

dark horror / dark thrills

nightmare moon fuel

abandoned Dutchman at sea

intuitive portal closing

excited whisper cycles

desk lamp hidden

further thirst

the next setting

broken glass flashlight

or some other possibility