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Loud laughter filled the night, stories of adventure and fortune being told, wether they be truthful or not, and the occasional fight breaking out amongst the crew. Never had he had as much fun as he did now, though another feeling seemed to rule over the joy. The feeling he had experienced earlier in the day and many times throughout. The feeling that appeared in his chest when he saw her. The only girl on the ship, the girl that had now moved into his thoughts permanently.

Beautiful as the dolphins swimming along with the ship, beautiful as the the turquoise water in which they swam, simply beautiful. It was the only way he
could describe her, only having seen her and felt the warmth surge through his chest and tightening around his heart.

He glanced over to the other side of the table where she was sat. The feeling in his chest tightened, urging him on, making him wish to talk to her, hoping something good would come out of it.

A pain spread in his left shoulder, stopping him from getting out of his seat. Confusion in his mind, he turned to his left so he could face he who had swung at him.

"What did you do that for, Matty?" He questioned the young man on his left side, who he had known since childhood and would follow into adulthood as they both had joined the same crew.

"I reckon you could get a good shag out of her, she's pretty fit, mate." Matthew laughed, throwing his arm around his friend.

"You know I'm not... let's say experienced as you are... and, really, there's more to it than that..." He sighed as he knew his friend would keep questioning him, being the ever curious one.

"What are you saying, Jordan? If you don't think she's fit, I'll give it a shot." Matthew was already getting up and out of his seat as Jordan stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"No! No... I'll talk to her." He slowly rose from his chair and realised she was no longer sat in hers. His shoulders fell heavy with disappointment and the warmth disappeared from inside his chest, though it seemed to return within seconds as he saw her walking down the gangplank which connected the ship and island.

Without a trace of doubt in his mind he followed, delighted with the newfound chance to finally meet her and talk to her without interruptions or an audience looking on.

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