Floating dead. Broken is the Silver Arrow. Mourn not the Hero. Who did not care for his crew. To live is to trade, not to die a fool. Let the Demons h...ave their due. Mourn not the foolish one.’ There was more clapping as Turn Cog dismounted. He nodded politely at Captain Carla as he went to his seat. The ballad had suited John’s mood perfectly, right down to the tragic ending. John was feeling very sleepy now. He felt the hunched muscle arm of Carla around his shoulder. Despite the look of a. I can't say that for the others."There was silence for a few minutes when Sara sat there, tears forming in her eyes at her loss, pain and the pain her mother must have felt. "I don't know what to say," I told her. "It's been proven that the Salem Witchcraft executions were at the least misguided and at its worst, irrational." Times back then," Sara countered, "were confused. Everything was based on rumors and terrible claims of very sick young girls. Hysteria gained hold and what happened. This is my first story ever.. I hope you enjoy. Please leave positive feedback, what can be improved upon, etc. Enjoy! My Uncle and Me.. My Uncle and I were always close, since I can remember. When I was little and had to stay with my mother at my grandfathers, he was there too. He always looked after my sister and I in the afternoon after school while our mother and grandfather had to work. My sister and I were really tight and sometimes she would tell me things about him, things hed try doing. One of the girls that were a recent conversion was the widow Jefferson with her sorrow hidden deep inside where only the Lord could see her despair. The widow Jefferson was the protégé of Deacon Johnson and she would often pray with him at night to help them both push away the stresses of the moment for the excitement of physical love-making that inspired them both in the ways of the Lord.He had prevailed on her the importance of raising money for the construction and she had gone down to the.