She sat there. In the boat. Listening to the waves crash against the hull, and the bird calls. The wind splayed her blond hair against her face. The girl stood up and switched places with the other girl. She grasped the tiller and steered the sailboat into the dark water. The girls laugh. They fall silent as the ominous dark clouds close in, shielding the sun from their view. Despite the rocky waves the girls find a way to laugh again. The girl at the tiller moves toward the hull and the other girl takes hold of the tiller. At the hull the girl holds onto the daggerboard and defiantly stares into the dark waves, that threaten to capsize the boat.
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