[littl3chocobo]

the young man gazed out to sea as he did every morning around this time, the wind blew through his auburn locks and he was filled with the ocean's majesty. as the sun rose behind him the light cast a glitter over the water not unlike diamonds on a navy brocade, he smiled and went down to shore to start the day's hunt for mussels and wood before the ships came in to port and he had to be back home to help his aunt make lunch for all the sailors.




(let's hope my limited knowledge of preindustrial sailing conditions is up to snuff)