Pointdexter: A Swooning Over Stan-fiction

Chapter Thirty-Two: Letters You Send

Dearest Alice,

I hope this letter finds you well. I can't even begin to express how much I miss you. The journey this far has been an adventure, to say the least, but I can't help but miss your company.

I find myself thinking about you constantly, your smile, the way your nose wrinkles when you laugh. Every day we sail further away, the distance between us grows. Sometimes, I catch myself staring at the horizon, imagining the miles that separate us. It almost feels like an eternity since I last saw you. But I hold onto the memory of our time together. I like to imagine you deep in your studies, drawing out the cranes in your journals.

The ship's crew is interesting, to say the least. Stanley is as chaotic as ever, but I must admit he's keeping me entertained. We've encountered a few storms in our journey, which Stanley, of course, found amusing. Me, not so much. I had nearly forgotten what seasickness feels like. Every night, we gather in the cabin to play cards. Stanley cheats, of course, but I find it humorous, especially since he's so bad at it. I think he's just trying to make me pay more attention to him.

I know you are probably eager to know what I've been up to besides staring at the ocean, so I'll get to it. I've been keeping busy studying the stars, analyzing water samples, and documenting different whale songs... And perhaps sketching a certain bird lady from memory.

Speaking of, I hope you are staying safe and continuing your research. I can almost see you, notebook and camera in hand. I wish I could be there with you, exploring the wilderness and sharing in your passion.

I miss you, Alice. Every night, I count the days until we can be together again. Write back soon, won't you?

With love,
Ford.

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My dearest Ford,

I was caught unaware when I read your letter, I was not convinced that I was not reading the writing of a poet.

Gravity Falls has been quiet without the Pines Family and I cannot say I enjoy the silence. It is glaring and painful without you or the twins here, and I have taken to finding other ways to occupy my mind.

After our previous encounter with them, I have continued my study of the Luminiferous Cranes. The cranes are curious creatures; when I made myself known to them, they did not attempt to flee. Much like the previous encounter, they seemed to be curious about me as much as I was them. I have spent many of the past few days familiarizing myself with the cranes, and they seem to have taken to me.

They seem to form monogamous bonds, with three or four pairs in each flock, whilst the collective raise the fledglings. I consider myself lucky enough to have gotten close to a nest with a roost of fledglings. While the male watching the nest did not allow me to interact with them, I have a rather spectacular sketch of them in my journals.

I cannot wait to show you when you return for the Christmas holiday, despite how far that is. I miss you terribly and could hardly bring myself to wait to write you when your letter arrived.

I miss your smile, Ford, you have the most spectacular smile when you let people see it.

I hope that you and Stan are enjoying your stay on the Stan 'O War, despite the storms and dangers out there. It sends a shiver down my spine thinking about it, so I won't dwell on it. Be sure to send me sketches of the strange things you find on the open ocean, and for goodness sake, don't fall in.

I eagerly await your next letter.

Yours,

Alice.