Nicolette Vauquelin Posted March 30, 2016 Share Posted March 30, 2016 Debarking the barge on the city side, Nicolette took a pause upon bench seat, her eyes turned towards the dockyard further down and past the bridge. Was that a french flag flapping on one of the tall ships, don't say it was the same vessel she'd made her journey upon. Perhaps it was. She was no expert of such things, in fact they all looked much the same; gracefully large things with a pleasing balance of weight at waterline and beams&ropes in the air. She lingered here, with no where else she she particularly needed to be, and yes, feeling a little homesick. This was her first Christmas day not spent with her mother. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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