The Delusion of Utopia

All Abroad!

A/N: Okay so I know, I know, I'm planning to update my first chapter in Unholy Matrimony: Part Two soon. Finally my computer is back to normal, and I could properly sign-in to Wattpad, so my updates should be more frequent. Thanks for reading again, and I hope you enjoy. Oh and I plan to write a quote or a short poem in every chapter so be expectant.. but not too much ;]

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Decisions take seconds while doubts eat up the time

A penny for thoughts yet it’s worth more in my mind

An ant hill could be the largest mountain to the next man

The minds funny how it changes perception in a short span

One word could turn the road to riches you stand on to a river

Struggling to fight, the bottoms call for you to be delivered

Your own enemy, the skies never seemed to look so gray

Chasing death, complaining how life never goes your way

Positive thinking can take you places though it seems overrated

At times its hard to commit to me it’s just somebody I dated

But their more to the vision I made my mission to see

It gave my dreams a purpose and my will a reason to be

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“All abroad”, a bearded man that smelled unpleasantly like cigarettes and cheap alcohol bellowed out loud.

The men- the crew walked in a bee-line to the landing.

I trailed behind carrying my luggage to dock, with my dad clumsily following behind. He was carrying a briefcase and a small metallic box that I had yet to ask about. He looked so out of place amongst all the macho men, it was pretty hilarious.

The rugged man, who greeted us on top of the harbor, introduced himself as Captain Sullivan.

A girl about my height with flaming red hair that was covered in a revered baseball hat stood beside him, and gave me the once over as if sizing me up. She coughed under her breath and if she didn't discretely stomp her rain boots on the Captain's shoes, I wouldn't have noticed anything.

Captain Sullivan gestured his hand to the girl.

“This here is going to be the other head in charge”, he said.

“Yes, I'm co-captain Camilla, but I prefer to be called Cam”,she said and I could tell she was trying so hard to act 'tough'.

But honestly I didn't blame her.

I felt eyes on me, and I knew they belonged to some of the crewmen. I was going to be the only girl besides Cam on this boat, but the way she presented herself told them promptly to 'back the hell off'.

After getting settled into a room that would of been more appropriate to call a broom closet, I felt the need to adventure around the ship making sure I was wearing clothes that properly covered everything.

Although it was not luxurious it was pretty comfortable. The crew lived underneath in small cotton beds that looked as if they were in dire need of a mother's touch. They used torches as way of light and it felt like I was stuck in a 18th century boat.

A flag wave on top of a pole, the symbol non-recognizable.

The only modern renovation of the ship was the common room. It held a 32” inch television which  ran promptly on batteries considering there was no electricity in case of electrocution or something