Walking to the bow, a man busy with ropes looked at her with interest. She ignored him, touching the taffrail to keep her balance. She could look far around her, the west coast of Africa noticeable on the horizon. The ship cloves the clear waters. A light sea spray met her that was welcoming in the heat. It was her first time taking a voyage again.
Her mind wandered very far from her immediate surroundings, thinking about a similar voyage twenty years ago when she was only four years old. Memories flooded back; of how they had met the giant they now knew as Cisco Almaida. She remembered how she ran up to him, telling him that she would be his daughter because he didn't have one and looked sad. From that day forward there was a bond between that sailor, now her father, and herself.
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