The smell of salt had always been a safe-haven for me.
...A home away from home.
A mentally sound paradise, a gentle peace of mind, and an escape from the everyday difficulties of life.
I've lived around the ocean my entire life as I grew up and had always had a connection with the sea. I played in it, swam in it, surfed in it, and even rode jet skis in it. Sometimes my father would even take us on weekend trips on our family yacht, gliding above the beautiful water currents seemingly without any restraint or reserve, spending two-to-three days far out enough out to sea where all you could see was the vast space of the giant body of water.
The salty and feisty water was my life, I land my life, the salty water.
We were like the best of friends, you never really did see one without the other. Wherever the ocean stopped, I began. Where the ocean begun, I had stopped. I was wherever the ocean was almost always.
And the affection for the ocean I held within me, could never be replaced by anything or anyone.
...Or so I had thought.
If only I'd knew the thing I'd loved most in the world, would be thing I soon would be most afraid of. And not too long after, would become the third most favorited thing in my life.
My name is Isabelle Leesha Waverly, and my journey started the beginning of a new era, the fresh start of a beginning newer age in history. I had barely made being born the year of 2000, being born January first exactly at twelve am on the dot.
I was always grateful I wasn't born on December thirty-first 1999, for the 1900's in their entirety, were known for those hippified disco days and I'd rather not be associated with those cringe-worthy times.
Quite eccentric of me, don't you think? However, eccentric was my middle name.
Not really, my middle name is actually Leesha. Haha.
Anyway, a newborn me was brought into the world that day. Strangely harboring a eye color that resembled the stormy ocean, and hair as dark as the middle of night.
What happened to be the strange part of it all, was that my parents neither held blue eyes or black hair. My mother harbored a beautiful emerald green with brown locks and my father had coffee brown eyes with a sandy dirty-blonde hair.
I knew that I was one-hundred percent conceived from my mother's womb, for there were doctors, hospital records, and my birth certificate to adhere to that. It still didn't change the fact I did not have the same eye or hair color as anyone else in the family, so it was definitely a weird outcome. I do have a lot of my character traits and looks from a mix between my parents, so that is also verified proof that I am the Waverly's biological daughter.
Which, some people, even if I look like my parents in features, have a hard time believing to be the truth.
Not that I care, but could they be any more daft? I'm a walking, talking, remake of my parents' personalities.
Oh well... It's not worth harping over, now is it?
I was born into a rather well off family when it came to old money and a long-line of fortune. My father, Kline Waverly, grew up around money and inherited all of it once his parents passed because he was the sole heir, along with his parents' prized animal rescue that contributed to them becoming so blessed in life.
Not that they weren't already... Like I said, I came from a long line of fortune and old money. It's been in the family many generations. The rescue just helped them become more blessed in life.
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Island of Longway
SpiritualeIsabelle Waverly has always loved the ocean, and that is a fact. The ocean is her lifeline and she has always clung to her lifeline like a addict clinging to an addiction. The seventeen year old ate, slept, and loved everything to do with the sea, n...