The gentle sway of the ship as it rocked on the waves was always a pleasure to her senses. The rhythm that set her life, the one truth of the ocean - that rise and fall as the water reminded those aboard who was truly in control here. Mankind could enforce a measure of will against the waves, but in the end nature would win if it wanted to. Part of the measure of enforcement was seen as the anchor crashed into the depths below, dragging on the ground beneath the swell and bringing the large warship to a halt. Not even a mile out sat Soon's Haven, her destination. The woman would hop aboard the crew boat as it lowered into the water. And began moving towards Soon's itself. And beyond.
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