It was ironic. How happy and excited and relieved she was the first time she glimpsed land aboard this ship, compared to how much dread and misery she felt now that she could finally see Paradelia’s white and golden flag, the vial and leaf on it looked nothing more than a circle and a line from that far, but they still looked like they were taunting her, welcoming her to a life she had thought she wanted.
She had been standing on the quarterdeck for what felt like hours now. Watching as the island got closer and closer. She wished time could stop. She cursed every wave and every breeze that pushed them closer to her farewell. To the end of her time with the crew. Back to her lonely, sad, bitter reality.