Vianna boarded the ship her sister bought, it was the one that was damaged but it's repaired now, no wood rot, no cracks in the mast, and everything was coated with waterproof paint, even the hull. Caramina giggled childishly as she directed the movers to move her things to the captain's cabin while Vianna moved all of her stuff by herself "you know. . . a little hard work ain't gonna hurt you, sis" Vianna stated as Caramina huffed childishly "if you insist, can you help me get the dresser into my room?" Vianna nodded in response "yeah, sure, I'll help ya, just be careful, we don't want to crack any of the war medals," Vianna lifted up one end of the dresser while Caramina took hold of the other.
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With careful precision, they placed it down in Caramina's room, checking on the war medals immediately after. "Good, we didn't damage any of them" Vianna murmured as she cracked her back by stretching her arms above her head before heading out to unpack the boxes in her room. She entered the room, it smelled like fresh pine, a smell that she finds comforting since it smelled so similar to the woods she and Caramina would play in when they were little. Vianna opened the first box, placing her books on the bookshelf that has a display covering, and has been bolted to the floor and wall. She then unpacked her clothes, drawing supplies, and various personal items, including the urns that held her parents ashes.
Vianna heard Caramina cook in the kitchen and decided to take a break for a little while. "So, what are you cooking on this fine afternoon?" Vianna hummed, mock joy evident in her voice "oh, just something fancy!" Caramina responded with an overly exaggerated western accent, both sisters giggled at the others antics. "Well, I'm gonna go and get this thing out of the harbour" Vianna hummed, heading out of the kitchen and towards the helm.
Vianna stepped onto the deck of the ship, the wind whipping through her hair and the salty sea air filling her lungs. She surveyed the vast expanse of ocean before her, the endless blue horizon meeting the sky in a gradual fade that was both awe-inspiring and eerily isolating. The ship itself was a beauty, a testament to the skill and craftsmanship taste of her sister, Caramina. Despite the damage it had sustained in the past, it now seemed stronger, more resilient. The wood glistened in the sunlight, polished to a high sheen, and the sails were taut and snapping in the breeze, ready to carry them across the waves.
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As she made her way to the helm, Vianna couldn't help but marvel at the intricate details that adorned the ship. There were carved figuresheads at the bow, depicting mythical creatures and heroic sailors, and delicate railings that curved and twisted like the tendrils of some ancient vine. Even the name of the ship, the "Saint Mariana," seemed fitting, as if it were a living, breathing entity that had been crafted from the very fabric of imagination.
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Vianna took her seat at the helm and surveyed the array of controls before her. She ran her fingers along the smooth wooden wheel, feeling the familiarity of its worn grooves, as if they had been carved by the hands of countless sailors who had come before her. She glanced over at the compass, its needle swinging gently back and forth, guiding them on their journey.
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As she began to navigate the ship, the wind picked up, causing the sails to billow and fill with air. The ship lunged forward, surging through the water with a grace and power that left Vianna in awe. Despite her stoic exterior, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement course through her veins. The salty spray from the waves misted her face, and the rhythmic creak of the rigging lulled her into a meditative state. "I haven't felt this way since mom and dad died..." She murmured to herself.
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The sky began to darken, and Vianna knew they were approaching their destination. The ship slowed, navigating through a narrow channel of rocky shoals. The towering cliffs rose up on either side, blocking out most of the light, casting long shadows over the water. As they emerged into a small cove, she spotted a small island in the center, covered in lush greenery. A sense of familiarity washed over her as she recognized it as the place where they had vacationed when they were very young. She sighed, the northern style fur hat Caramina bought her was helping with the cold and had a sort of comforting feeling to it, it felt safe, familiar.
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"hey, Vianna! Have you seen dad's straw hat?!" Caramina shouted "I think it's on your head, Caramina!" Vianna responded as the blonde girl reached up and felt the straw hat on her head, she giggled nervously "oh. . . hehe, my bad, sis" Caramina giggled childishly "I made some spaghetti, I assume you don't want bread? Because you don't like it?" Vianna rolled her eyes, amused "yes, you know I don't like bread, you little childish urchin." Caramina giggled in response and skipped back into the kitchen, going to make a plate of spaghetti for Vianna.
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