04-21-2012, 12:58 PM
The morning light woke Gemma from her deep sleep. That plus the feeling she was being watched. She'd fallen asleep against that pile of rope in a corner of the ship and remained there in the beauty of the night for her sleep.
She heard whispering in a foreign language and her eyebrow twitched. She snapped one eye open to see a couple of the crew members leaning over her. In the next moment two loud back to back claps could be heard that echoed off the sides of the ship.
As she walked away, the two crew members clutched the sides of their faces where a bright red hand print would linger for a good part of the morning. Gemma moved to stand at the side of the ship to look out over the ocean once again.
She reached up and pulled her hair down to flow freely. The long wavy, almost curly, black hair blew in the cool salty morning air and Gemma inhaled deeply, closing her eyes to cherish this beautiful morning.
When she opened them again she stared out over the water. Flying fish could be seen jumping out of the water close to the ship, sailing through the air for quite a distance before slicing through the surface and disappearing into the vast ocean once again. Her eyes squinted into the distance in hopes of seeing land.
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