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Salt entered noses in a strong smell, for the dark-skinned girl. Gulls cried over the waters that splashed against the body of the cruise, gurgling. Creaky boards gave the sense of some vigor in the Plausible, but the boat was already small to begin with. Winds were going hard against the passenger near the railings. Chatter could be heard from many a people, voices that ranged from high to low, deep to light, and they gave life into the ship that strolled lazily toward the island of Piscatus Isle. Beyond the great blue and the seagulls, nothing was that interesting to the seductive-looking eyes. To her, everything felt smooth, new, and full of youth. From District 7, she would never be used to the ocean, but she would try to adjust for the coined 'sea legs'.

17-years old and silent, the dark-skinned girl just laid on her crossed arms on the railings, staring out at sea. Her thoughts occupied imaginations to punch, kick, and run, but the terrain was too unstable for her, and she had to groan. Ears picked up on the conversations around her, and she gave another snarl of dissatisfaction. Knees wanted to cave in, while legs wanted to slip and slide from the ever-shifting cruise. Part of the reason to stay put was to have balance. Trying to keep one's equilibrium of footing was to be training - for now.

When thoughts returned of the day before departing for District 4 and the harbor, the girl let out a deep sigh. "Bullshit..." Blue eyes turned to a man of her dark coloring - just a little more. He was talking to some members of the cruise, having a time, smiling. During a break in his conversation, he had seen the woman, and waved for her to come over. She only shook her head, waved her own 'no thanks', and returned to leaning against the railings. "I have no interest in that kind of stuff, Bro. Just go have your fun. I don't care."

After turning to the dark-skinned guy, she had turned to the supposed groom, and gave a half-smile. Sigh. Because of him, she and the other guy were now on the cruise, off to an isle that District 7 would be nowhere close to. Memories kept flowing back in, and she snarled at every one of them. She leaned back on the railing, almost to the point of falling back into the ocean, and took a stare at the sky. Hardly a cloud could be seen above her, and everyone was just chatting away - except for her.

"Whatever," she muttered.

Born and raised in the fourth District, the ship's rocking and the water's rustling did not cause the girl's face to flush green, as what was happening with a countless number of the small ship's passengers, it was the damned wind. And, though the feel of it on her skin, on her hair, wasn't enough to nasueate her, it did a great deal to spark her annoyance. Loose strands of hair whipped to-and-fro, occasionally whipping the flesh of her cheek, leaving a faint stinging afterward, other times going as far as landing in her face, when, no matter how hard she pushed or blew it away, it remained firmly set. She quickly learned, though, that a change in position (i.e. facing north, hair blowing, turn to face south) usually helped.

Glancing at her fellow cruise-attendees, it was fairly easy to discern those who worked hard, and those who hardly worked, from each other, by the state of their dress and well-being. Some of the wealthier families had donned formal wear, dresses, crease-less polos and slacks, shimmering jewelry. Those who had spent a lifetime fishing, planting crops, mining coal, wore clothes of a drab nature, though not completely out of style, for she were sure if they hadn't been able to at least afford a decent change of clothes, they would not have been invited to such a spectacular affair.

The girl herself wore a simple, white dress, straps a little less than her index finger in mass, the top forming a V, leaning toward the crease in her breasts, showing a proportionate amount of cleavage for a woman of her age. Two tight necklaces wrapped her throat, one with a jewel-encrusted 'A,' the other spelling out 'Chambers,' in plain cursive letters, and pair of black heels to protect her feet.

Having been given the slip of paper by her mother only a few days past, it had come as a surprise that anyone would have wanted her to come, period, judging from her shady behavioral records. Though, then again, she had been an icon of District Four, thanks due to the winning of the Games. If anyone had been invited, why not her?

An attendant strolled by, a tray of fruity drinks in hand, and she hastily grabbed one, nearly causing the man to drop the entire set. Nodding her thanks, she tipped the glass back, the ice-cold liquid finding its way down her throat, leaving a faint burning as it went. Though the alcohol was evident, there was a faint strawberry flavouring. Arching her eyebrows in surprise, she chugged the rest down, ignoring the pain in her head. When finished, she carefully set it down on the wooden rail, glancing around in search of another. Already she had begun to feel tipsy, a feeling she was unfamiliar with, though enjoyed all the same. Seeing none, she decided to indulge herself in other matters. There was a fair amount of men onboard (though not near as many as women), and some looked surprisingly single. Running her fingers along her thigh, slightly hiking her dress, she approached one. "How's it goin', Mister?" Well, maybe this isn't a complete waste of time.

Silver Emmend
Now there's peace in all the land,
And over the deep blue sea.


I stare at the ship in awe, my grey eyes taking in every little detail. I've never actually been on a miniature cruise ship, and I definately have never been to an island. Well, unless you count the small sand mounds that rise above the little puddles when the tide goes out. Which, of course, I don't.

As I cautiously step onto the boat, I can't help but notice the wide variety of people that are attending. Young and old, big and small, light and dark... I quickly assume myself one of the younger attendees, although I do spot someone who looks slightly younger than myself.

I look down at my worn tennis shoes in embarrassment. Most of the time, I'm good with people. Now, however, I feel childish and uncomfortable, surrounded by many who are older than myself. It's not like I've never stood out before, though. I mean, I have silver hair. That can really catch some peoples' eyes.

But just then, above all the chatter, I hear a familiar sound, and everything seems a whole lot easier. I make my way towards the other side of the boat, giving a quick "sorry" every time I bump into someone.

Finally, the cool salty breeze brushes my face soothingly. I take a deep breath, staring at the water that allows the boat to float. The sun reflects of of it in different patterns, reminding me of a shattered mirror. The boat's shadow creates an area of rising and falling water I can watch, though, and I admire the different shades of torquoise and blue.

With a calm sigh, I turn, my eyes wandering onces more. I know none of the people I see, except for the bride and groom. I believe my parents might have known one of them when they were younger... not some special friendship, or anything. A "hi" here and there, and nothing more. Yet somehow, I am attending this wedding, all because of it.

A wedding. The words make my heart give a little leap, and a small smile appears on my face. I've never been to a wedding, either. It must be so romantic... I imagine all the weddings I've read about. I wonder if the love between the bride and the groom is as deep as that in my silly books.

I reach up, breifly figeting with the silver chain necklace I wear around my throat. At the end, a silver dolphin shines, and I enjoy the feel of it between my fingers.

My shirt is fancier. A shimmering grey color, it flows down to meet my identicle grey skirt, which trembles in the slightest breeze. Silver swirls decorate both, and the sleeve of my top just barely cover my shoulders and nothing else. It's casual and comfortable, and has the right touch of formality to it.

The sun is shining, I'm in comfortable clothes, and I'm about to go on a wonderful adventure. I guess I could be nervous. I've never been far away from home for so long. But, listening to the waves, I realize even for this wedding I won't be far from home.
Home is where the water is.

Mayson Allistair Slade
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A lot of people told me that you only get one chance in life to actually realize that you are living the right way or the wrong way. You apparently only get one chance in life to enjoy yourself and to enjoy others for who they truly are, not what they do or how they've acted. You only get to be in paradise once. The rest of your life is filled with complete failure. That's what everybody says at least. I beg to differ. My life has been normal, almost good up to this point, things only looking to get better.

Lucan Hale. I knew him, yeah. The man was good, meant well, always did. We'd pass by each other on our separate ways to work, often exchanging a few words of how our days went or would go. We had met up for drinks maybe once or twice, just as two men who both worked for their families, whether it was one they created or one that created them. I never actually got to learn more about him, other than the fact that he had proposed to this one girl. So, I wasn't very surprised when the letter came in the mail, requesting that I attend his marriage ceremony a few days later. It was supposed to be a grand wedding. It was hard to say no too.

The packing was easy. Nice clothes, generally all fancy. That was my only wardrobe, other than a few swim shorts and t-shirts that were generally used for working on the docks or for daily jogs. I brought them too. Hey, a cruise ship has got to have some sort of pool, right? Either way, I was all ready to go in a few hours. The days flew by, no importance behind them. I heard the cruise ship arrive the morning of the departure, the morning that everything was bound to change.

The ship loomed over me as I approached, my baggage in my hands. I picked up my speed, not wanting to be the last one on. The weather was colder, one of the warmest days we have had in these winter months. And as soon as I stepped foot onto the boat, it felt like summer was already here. Taking a quick look around, I made my way in the direction of the rooms, or so the map said. That's when I heard the shout from the staircase. Turning to look, I saw an attractive man with dirty blond hair and a muscular build standing on one of the steps, a look of excitement on his face.

"Lucan!" I grin, dragging the name out a bit. I climb up two steps and stretch out my hand to shake his. "Thank you for inviting me. I'd love to meet the lucky lady. It'll be good to finally actually meet you." I let out a laugh, keeping the smile on my face. I briefly turn, peering out at the rest of the ship that is slowly gaining more passengers. It's beauty is like nothing I've ever seen. Now seriously, could this get any better?