Off To The Seas We Go! [DISCONTINUED]

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The morning sun shone brightly over Zodia, the waves of the oceans sparkling at the slightest contact. The sea harbour was bustling with people, some traders, some fishermen, and some tourists.

Maxwell Mayfield paced around the wooden makeshift floor, a hand on his chin. He checked his wristwatch now and then, as if waiting for someone. His son, Scorpio Mayfield stood in one corner, waiting for his dad to speak up. When he figured out that he wouldn't, Scorpio went ahead, "Dad, that was like your 45th round. What's going on?" Maxwell just looked at his son with stressful eyes, "Oh you were counting?" "That's not the point." "Right, so, the ship to Cambers is leaving in 10 minutes." The man answered and his son raised a brow. So, he continued.

"The ship to Cambers is supposed to carry some food ingredients as well. From the bakery to be precise." It was then when Scorpio realised what was wrong. "But they haven't arrived yet?" His father nodded. "Oh shoot. Should I go up to town to look after this?" Scorpio suggested. But his father shook his head, "No need. I know Vena. She's the type of woman who'll get the job done." Vena Bell was the most famous baker of the town. Her delicacies were known in all of Galactica.

"So? Why are you worried?" Scorpio asked and the father replied, "I'm worried if they'll be in the right shape or not."

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Away from the Sea Harbour, was the downtown of Zodia, where all the markets had their stand. A few houses here and there were situated, all of which belonged to the shopkeepers. A huge white limestone fountain stood in the middle.

The door bell went off a twelfth time in the morning in lives of the Bells. Vena Bell was rushing in and out her bakery, The Bells' Bakery, with all the goods for Cambers. She was already running behind schedule and the ship was bound to leave in 10 minutes. As she set down the flour sacks, she heard her son call out to her. "Mom! Where's the sugaaar? Can't find it." He yelled, stretching out the 'a' in sugar. Vena sighed and yelled back, "In the back!" And out came her son, Libra Bell, holding two sacks with the label 'sugar'. He placed them next the flour sacks on the surface of the mini truck. "Where's your sister?" Vena asked in a frenzy, looking at the wall clock inside.

6 minutes till departure.

Libra shrugged, "No, probably bouncing off somewhere. You know her." "That's correct. But she can't be bouncing off right now! We have to get this to the Harbour." Vena told her son, who insisted to be the one to deliver but he would take a great deal of time. "Time is something we do not have." She had told him. Whereas, his sister would do that in a jiffy. But as always, she was off somewhere.

"You know what? I am going to deliver this." Vena said, dusting some flour off her apron dress and sitting in the the driver's seat. "Do me a favour and open up the bakery." She instructed and whirred the vehicle and started it. The mini truck then sped out forward towards the harbour.

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"Sir! The ship is ready to leave!" The captain of the ship declared. Maxwell sighed and checked the time once again.

2 minutes to departure

"Can't we delay this ship?" Scorpio suggested but his father shook his head, "No son. We are already behind schedule. The ship was supposed to leave 20 minutes ago!" Maxwell looked towards the entrance of the Harbour. He stared at it for a good 1 minute and finally, it was time. There was no delaying now. Cambers will have to do without The Bells' goods.