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Post by Jessamine de Mornay on Jan 4, 2008 15:59:40 GMT -5
It had taken less time than I expected to reach the shores of my Granny's birthplace, and I watched the approach from the bow, balancing barefoot upon it with my hands comfortably wrapped around some ropes. In the beginning I'd tried to behave, to stay out of the way below decks, but after only a few hours of waking the first morning I found it made me nervous and ill. After I'd managed to calm my stomach I stepped out into the morning air and had felt immediately better. For me, that was the deciding factor.
Once I was myself again there was no stopping me, and I began inquiring as to what was happening, watching old sailors make ropes and knots, and younger ones draw lines or climb. A few learned to avoid me at all costs, but some did open up, and I was left to my own devices otherwise since it didn't seem I was foolish enough to get myself killed.
Anchor was dropped, and I began to work on the barest hint of the story in my head, securing my belongings and going to the smaller boat to go ashore, where I would meet my cousins. Already this trip was a dream, and I couldn't imagine a time when I wouldn't want to constantly travel this way.
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