Rachel yearned for the sight of land. Twenty seven days, they tossed on the ocean waves in a container that seemed smaller with each passing day. The romantic notion was now a reality and not even the midnight sky with thousands of twinkling stars could re-ignite her passion. She hated him.
Behind was a life of comfort, family and the country she loved.
Ahead nothing but more days of salty spray. The world adventure he offered.
She peeled the gold band off of her finger, lobbed it into the wake behind and sighed.
‘Your watch’, she shouted down the hatch.
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