𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑 [currently on hold]

prologue

Galia had always been a content child, she still had her moments but her father would always claim she was an 'angel from the sea'. While other kids would scream and cry, Galia would just sit and be content.

Liam knew that he was not the richest father around, he could not afford brand new wardrobe every season, but he nor Galia ever went cold or hungry. Galia never asked for anything more than what was needed, apart from the occasional spending of  some extra coin on ink and sketchbooks.

The father and daughter resided in a cottage on the cliffs of the Wandering Isles, the local village a quick enough walk that Galia made everyday for school and Liam made on the Friday night to the pub.

Mrs Cealk's cottage was also on the outskirts of the village and where Galia would spend her months when her father was at sea. She would attend to Mrs Cealk's house and the needed chores and made the weekly visit to her and her fathers cottage to attend to the gardens and flowers.

This way of life suited the Moore's well, Liam loved the sea and when the crew of the boat he was working on allowed Galia to come one, she loved them as well. The salty smell and the rocking of the boat was a second home to the cliff's, and one Galia loved as much as her father.

Still Mrs Cealk wasn't bad company, she too had a sailor son, and had lost her husband. Liam would forever be grateful for her willingness to look after Galia, no matter how good of a child she was.

Yet it seemed this way of life would not be forever, for when Galia had just past her seventeen birthday she received a letter from the crew of the boat her day was working on stating he had died on board due to an illness.

That was the day Galia was no longer content. Her father had been a good one, when her mother dumped a day-old Galia on his doorstep with only a note containing a 'she is yours', he didn't have to take care of her.

The sailing life often led to unwanted children, the village orphanage was evidence enough, yet her father looked after her, loved her. He learned to sew, just to help her make dresses for her dolls. He took her down to the seas until she swam more than she walked as a child.

Summers were spent fishing, swimming and playing. Winters were spent teaching and telling epic stories and adventures, and little Galia begging to take her father on one of his adventures.

So what does a seventeen year old orphaned girl do? Becoming a sailor isn't usually the first idea, but Galia can't live without the sea. Her father might've just been Liam Moore on land but on sea he went by a different name, a name that gets Galia her first job and keeps the jobs coming.

All until a storm hits off the coast of Novyi Zem and Galia is sure her luck has run out.

But what if that was when the adventure she always craved and a love for the history books was on a ship heading straight towards the wreckage.

Maybe she has some luck left.