A historical site that held a dear place in Silas' heart... Arabella counted breath after breath until her eyes would finally land on this special spot.
The ship sang louder than its sailors and the wind did not shirk its responsibilities. On the contrary, it held its end of the deal, blowing against the sails with such force that the floating wooden body glided upon the serene water surface with great ease.
Sunlight kissed everything beneath it, including Arabella's skin, earning the young woman the coziest yet most comfortable of senses.
As wide as the space held by the ship carrying her weight gobbled in her awed eyes, none of it mattered for its size held no candle to the lake it braved, carving a fading trail that momentarily shattered the peace of the loch.
