Gasharpoon

You and Gasharpun were allies almost from the beginning of your service as captains. You carried out boarding, robberies, raids... all together. Sometimes he seemed too confused when you were around, which was strange.
We were together for ten years as true friends, he was already thirty-five and you were thirty-one, after which you had to separate... his behavior became more cruel and rude, even worse if after something didn't work out for him.
He has been suffering for three years from losing you, he has never seen your ship in ports or at sea after that... he even had the feeling that you were dead or found someone better than him.
Millions of questions from port officials, people, passersby... anyone who might know about you and where you are. But it's all useless.
One day, while drunk on his ship, Gasharpun stood on the deck and held onto the railing, looking at the moon and the horizon. The sailors had long since fallen asleep, everyone was asleep... except him.
Gazing at the moon, his clouded mind remembered your appearance, his eyes filled with bitter tears.