The sea was relatively calm on the day of the expedition.
A sharp, salty wind whipped Paige Summers's clothes, making them flap violently.
She stood straight and resolute on the stone platform of the harbor, her gaze fixed on the ships on the sea.
Her uncles and cousins had already boarded their respective ships. After a simple wave, they disappeared into the cabins without a moment's hesitation.
The ships soon weighed anchor and, one by one, began to move slowly out to sea.
Paige Summers watched them go.
Until they disappeared below the horizon.
The sound of steady, familiar footsteps came from behind her. A moment later, Marcus Monroe's hand rested on her shoulder. "The wind is strong. Let's go back."
Paige Summers remained silent, her lips twitching into a helpless smile.
Marcus Monroe cleared his throat and said sheepishly, "It's not that I didn't want you to go, it's just..."
