Dianna Morris
Main Deck
I inhaled the salty smell of sea water and imagined my father and brother sailing the seas with me. Clutching the map in my hand, I start to walk. I unroll the map and start studying it.
"We've reached the Sea of Weeds, Grant. Now kindly tell us where we might find the Marie Celeste," the Captain's voice echoed in my head. Sea of Weeds, where we are right now.
I run towards the supply compartment and grab a piece of paper big enough to become a map and a pencil. I start drawing lines and waves before the image is gone from my head. I slowly write in delicate handwriting, the Sea of Weeds. I run back outside and take a look at the sea.
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