I've spent decades of my life living right next to the ocean but this is without a doubt the longest I've ever mingled with it. The taste of the salty air carried by a warm breeze felt natural and welcoming. Though I already had a home the sea felt like another one to me. Now, this could have just been my curse trying to lead me astray but I honestly didn't mind if it was when it came to this.
The curse would eventually make you want to return to the sea as it convinces you to never want to leave it. But at this point the desire wasn't all that bad for someone like me to feel like I have a home when I essentially gave it up is a priceless comfort. I know that a true home is where you make it not necessarily the place itself but this is a nice substitute for now.
