Roxxane stood at the helm of her small ship, the Goodship Lollipop. Not knowing the east coast of Ireland well, she felt uneasy in her stomach. It must be nervousness about the voyage.
How much farther do I need to go?
It would be different if the winds were cooperating. As they continued to blow towards the northeast, she had to continue zig-zagging the ship back towards the open sea and away from Ireland. Now, she hadn't seen the coast for over a day.
The only thing breaking her mindset was that she had good company. Her crew and the passengers were a rowdy bunch...cleaning out quite a bit of the galley's food and beer, requiring her to restock often. Last night, she was going to throw a party, but half of the people onboard were sea sick...or at least, that's what Roxxane attributed it to - surely it wasn't due to drinking too much!
But such a stressful voyage has caused Roxxane to be introspective of late. She began to think about her life - how she got here, how broke she was, how she would sell her fields in ATM despite them being on the market for quite a long time now, how she was not married at almost 20 years old, etc.
She had had suitors.
But only one person was of interest to her...and he knows it.
She had written him a couple of months ago and noted in a most-unladylike fashion her intentions. He reciprocated. After a brief exchange of mail, she has not heard from him in some time.
Why is it that I scare men off?
Roxxane sighed.
She felt nervous in her stomach. It must be the waves.
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