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Sea's Flower: Prologue Her brown hair whooshed past in the wind, her left arm protecting her eyes from the violent winds of the North. The ship rocked back and forth, and she grasped the wheel, violently turning the ship, only to tumble down, and grab its stand. She squinted her eyes, before closing them once more. By now she was done for. Keep trying and your halting your inevitable death. Good luck. But she knew.. that there was a light somewhere in the dark and stormy rocky midnight.