Isadora's eyes were fixated on a land that could be seen from a distance. Her golden blonde hair flowed in the wind.
The smell of the sea was quite pleasant. It might not be the kind of adventure she would have hoped to have but a few days on sea—peacefully—was much welcomed.
Her mind had been in a dark space and taking in this panorama cleared the dark cloud hanging over her head, not completely but at least she wasn't swallowed by them.
"Isadora"
Swiftly, she turned at the sound of her name. Rav stood watching her intensely. "It's time to get off"
"What is that land?" she asked before turning to it.
It was quite vast, unlike Brookcrest—a small country only famous for its brothels.
Meeting Rav's silence she chose to follow instead of asking more questions. The answers she would get are when she sees for herself. It was suddenly becoming a thing with these men.
