"I won!"
As her fingers touched the ship, an inexplicable joy radiated from the depths of her heart. Without hesitation, Becca Reyes looked over at Flossie Wright who was hot on her heels, her eyes shimmering with an irrepressible joy and satisfaction. It seemed as if the small gain of reaching their destination a bit before had outweighed the pain and torment she had endured for hours on end to get there.
Flossie Wright gave her a glance, feeling somewhat bemused.
Was this cross-water armed march a competition?
"Get up."
During a moment of reflection, a familiar voice suddenly resounded from above. A silhouette standing on the ship blocked the increasingly scorching sun, casting a shadow that bestowed hints of coolness. A young hand, bereft of the calluses accumulated over the years, reached out to her. It bore the scent of the sea, but appeared quite sturdy and comforting.
