#seawoman

[brokenstick]

#seaman #seawoman

[endl3ss-blu3]

💎- Sea /o/

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"A solid 7!"

"I really do need to get around to hanging out with her more!"

#seawoman #GoodShark;;Thresh

[cxjz8fgcu]

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#seawoman #enneacontahedral #isoteles #anticlericalist #cordigeri #pig-jaw #antislavery #undirect #applot #plaudits #low-frequency #eboulement #speech-maker #ennoblingly #roller-top #pelvimetry #flambeau #philosophicolegal #barnacle-back #genizero

[mapecl-stories]

Tempest of Humanity: Carola's Rescue Mission in the Mediterranean

It was a stormy day in the Mediterranean when Captain Carola and her courageous crew found themselves on their proud brigantine amidst the waves. The howling weather indicated that the ocean would be no easy adversary on this day.

Captain Carola's crew, experienced in dealing with the unpredictabilities of the sea, was nonetheless eager as they received news of a refugee boat in distress. Without hesitation, Carola changed course and set all sails to come to the aid of those in need.

Under a gray sky and on raging waves, the crew eventually spotted the helpless boat. They fought their way through the tumultuous sea to bring the desperate people on board. Carola, an experienced seafarer with a heart of pure gold, coordinated the rescue operation with calm determination.

The rescued refugees were exhausted and hungry, but Carola and her crew ensured their safety and provided them with the essentials. Among the saved were people of various backgrounds who had fled violence and misery, hoping for a better life.

The journey to Pellworm, a small island in the North Sea off Schleswig-Holstein, became a collective effort of Carola and her crew. Day and night, they sailed through the restless Mediterranean, always mindful of bringing the refugees safely to their destination.

The crew experienced not only the challenges of nature but also the stories and dreams of the rescued. In the calm moments on the ship, the refugees shared their experiences, hopes, and aspirations with the crew. These stories forged even stronger bonds among the people on board.

Finally, they reached Pellworm, where the local community was ready to offer help and support to the refugees. Carola and her crew had not only saved lives but also built bridges between cultures and sowed hope for a better future.

The tale of Captain Carola and her heroic crew spread like the sound of waves across the sea. It served as a reminder that humanity and solidarity can shine even in the stormiest waters of life.

#Storm #Humanity #Rescue Mission #Mediterranean #Captain Carola #Brigantine #Unpredictability of the Sea #Distress #Refugee Boat #Setting Sail #Grey Sky #Raging Waves #Heart of Gold #Experienced Seawoman #Pellworm #North Sea #Schleswig-Holstein #Collective Effort #Day and Night #Stories and Dreams #Nature's Challenges #Aid and Support #Local Community #Bridges between Cultures #Hope for a Better Future

[mightyflower]

tried searching for this since i’m currently listening to the song & ended up finding the worlds sickest word search

#i’m barbarising seawoman

[dykecatradoras]

#poll #polls #lgbt #lesbian #lesbian visibility week #butch

[city-of-ladies]

"In the mid-1700s, a seawoman in Iceland named Björg Einarsdóttir composed a poem teasing men on her boat for their weak rowing:

Do row better my dear man, Fear not to hurt the ocean. Set your shoulders if you can Into harder motion.

Einarsdóttir was not only a talented poet but an excellent fisher. She often caught more fish than other crew members, and people believed that her ability to lure the animals was supernatural. When she was dying, she reportedly passed on this uncanny skill to a farmer by writing a poem about him catching trout.

Her work at sea may seem unusual. After all, fishing is generally considered a man’s job. But recent work by an American researcher, Margaret Willson, suggests that Einarsdóttir was one of hundreds of Icelandic women in the 18th and 19th centuries who braved towering waves and icy waters to catch fish. Willson’s team combed through historical archives and publications to gather examples ranging from a female captain who led crews made up entirely of women, to expectant mothers who rowed late into pregnancy.

The sea “wasn’t a male space,” says Willson, a cultural anthropologist at the University of Washington in Seattle and a former seawoman. “It was not a feminist act in any way for them to go to sea.” It was just part of everyday life."

#history #women in history #women's history #women's history month #seawomen #iceland #icelandic history #18th century #19th century #working women #badass women #Björg Einarsdóttir

[joshuasumter]

My reimagined, character-recasted take on the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. Synopsis: Think you know a pirate's life? Think again when there are two sides to every story, savvy!

The familiar, cherished, and beloved hit Pirates of the Caribbean gets reimagined in a whole new way as the unexpected, mysterious, and surprising animated adaptation remake of the original live-action film series of the same name, which is loosely based on a theme park attraction - by flipping the script, reimagining big events from the films in unexpected ways that may look a little different, and -- most of all -- starring and featuring an array of beloved Disney characters from different franchises of original animated films (and its sequel films), video games, animated TV series from Disney Television Animation and beyond with its character-recasted, gender-swapped makeover! After being branded a pirate for freeing the slaves from the East India Trading Company, young seawoman Jacklyn "Jade" Sparrow (Shank from Ralph Breaks the Internet) went on a different path to make her own way in the world, leading her to become one of the most infamous pirates -- and former Pirate Lords -- to ever sail the seas. With her ship, the Black Pearl, and treating her crew fairly with refined words, Jade can sometimes be a bit of a rogue trying to work on a better angle. But not everything is smooth sailing when Jade's pirate life is turned upside down by the blackguard Hecuba Barbossa (Calista Jane "CJ" Hook from Descendants: Wicked World), who has plans of her own when she started a mutiny against Jade by leaving her and some crewmates stranded on an island and stealing the Black Pearl. In her gallant attempts to get back her ship, Jade got her crewmates safely to Tortuga and headed alone to the town of Port Royal to find a ship to commandeer. But a chance encounter with a ragtag assortment of characters led to a series of epic events when Port Royal was under sieged by Hecuba and her crew who are cursed to be undead by the heathen gods and kidnapped the governor's son, Evan Swann (Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet). Jade is forced into an unlikely alliance with Evan's childhood friend, a young tomboyish girl named Willia Turner (Melody from The Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea), who has no patience for pirates and is determined to save the young man she loves while she is unknowingly the daughter of Jade's old shipmate. Overcoming their differences, the unlikely, odd pair managed to escaped the Royal Navy, defeated Hecuba and the curse, and saved Willia's beloved...while Jade finally got back something she lost. But after getting her ship back, Jade and her crew got caught up in some supernatural trouble once again in the form of a tortured soul named Davida Jones (Shego from Kim Possible), who Jade made a deal with years ago. Now Davida is expecting Jade to pay her debt by handing herself over to eternal servitude aboard her legendary Flying Dutchman. Willia and Evan have also come to Jade's aid when their happily ever after and wedding plans were ruined by privateer and pirate hunter Lady Currin Beckett (Larxene from the Kingdom Hearts series) of the East India Trading Company that branded Jade a pirate years ago. Now she is determined to find the fabled Dead Woman's Chest (which Jade was going to use to free herself of her debt) to gain control of Davida Jones. With this awesome power, Lady Beckett plans to wipe out every single pirate in the Caribbean off the map and will take control of the highly waters, ushering in a new, darker age where businessmen and bureaucrats like herself are the true pirates...while fun-loving buccaneers like Jade and her crew faced extinction. Soon, the battle for the Caribbean and the freedom of pirates everywhere is ravaged with adventure, excitement, suspense, drama, comedy, friendship, romance, and heart, ultimately resulting in Jade's mishaps, Evan's actions, and Willia's tear-jerking reunion with her long-lost mother, Willamette "Mermaidstrap Bertha" Turner (Ariel from The Little Mermaid). With the help from a shaky alliance of newfound friends and surprising cohorts, Jade, Willia, and Evan will have to do battle with rowdy rivals, wicked adversaries, and epic dangers of the sea to preserve the pirate's way of life and freedom in the only way they know how: "Take what you can, and give nothing back". Based on and inspired by the Pirates of the Caribbean films, discover a new side of the story you haven’t heard in this animated House of Mouse-style crossover parody remake. CAST:

Shank (Ralph Breaks the Internet) as Capt. Jacklyn "Jade" Sparrow

Melody (The Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea) as Willia Turner

Jim Hawkins (Treasure Planet) as Evan Swann

Sarah Hawkins (Treasure Planet) as Weatherly Swann

Helga Sinclair (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) as Jamie Norrington

Calista Jane "CJ" Hook (Descendants: Wicked World) as Capt. Hecuba Barbossa

Shego (Kim Possible) as Davida Jones

Maui (Moana) as Tien Dalma/Calypso

Abu (Aladdin) as Jack the Monkey

Vanellope Von Schweetz (Wreck-It Ralph) as Ms. Joslin Gibbs

Ariel (The Little Mermaid) as Willamette "Mermaidstrap Bertha" Turner

Larxene (Kingdom Hearts series) as Lady Currin Beckett

Mother Gothel (Tangled) as Ilana Mercer

Butcher Boy, Felony, Pyro and Little Debbie (Ralph Breaks the Internet) as Jade's crew

Buford Von Stromm and Baljeet Rai (Phineas and Ferb) as the Ragetti-and-Pintel duo, One-eyed Baljetti and Buftel

Webby Vanderquack (Ducktales (2017)) as Martina

Naomi Turner (Elena of Avalor) as herself

Namaari (Raya and the Last Dragon) as Capt. Sia Feng

Alana, Andrina, Arista, Attina, Adella, and Aquata (The Little Mermaid) as The Mermaidstrap Sisters

#pirates of the caribbean #disney pirates of the caribbean #shank ralph breaks the internet #little mermaid melody #melody little mermaid #jim hawkins #jim treasure planet #jim and melody #jim hawkins and melody #jim x melody #jimel #jelody #crossover #crossovers

[chereserene]

Kwento Time:

re: seawoman (marine eng)

Tumawag yung kapatid ko. Ilang months na kasi namin siyang hindi nakakausap video call kasi ang hirap rin ng signal sa barko, walang data or di kaya walang time kasi pagod and maraming ginagawa.

Siguro last month pa ata yung call namin. Sabi niya nakakapagod daw trabaho sa barko and namimiss niya na raw kami. Si Mama umiiyak na di ko alam kung miss niya na yung kapatid ko or naawa siya sa kapatid ko. Biniro ko na lang sila to enlighten up the mood kasi maski tita ko napapaiyak na rin and plus ako.

Alam namin na sobrang miss na namin yung kapatid ko tapos sinasabi niya pa na nakakapagod daw yung trabaho (sa engine siya kasi marine engr.) pero alam ko masaya yun kasi gusto niya at pangarap niya yun.

Pero siguro nga iba yung pagod kapag di mo kasama yung mga mahal mo, di ka makayakap kapag gusto mo, di ka makatawag kapag gusto mo. Kaya alam ko nalulungkot din yun.

Sanay kami na magkakasama kaming magkakapatid sa asaran, kwentuhan, ingayan, di man kami magkakasundo minsan pero suportado namin bawat isa sa amin palagi, as an ate over protective rin ako lalo na 3 kaming babae magkakapatid. Siya naman, siya yung kapatid na talagang super supportive sa amin. She got ur back always.

Soon, soon ilang months pa bago siya makauwi. All we want is to be with her again safe and be able to finally hug her.

#prserene #serenefam

[aqueluna]

Prompt 1 - Cross

“THUD! THUD! THUD!” An ominous trio of obnoxious sounds rattled out from beyond the ornate wooden doors of a premier quality lounge.

To a moustachioed Plainsfolk man, amber eyes turned to the lounge from across the limestone-paven Lominsan road, it conjured thoughts of a beast, a horror of olde trying to wrench its way up from the depths. “THUD! THUD! THUD!” To another, a grubby-faced Sea Wolf lad trundling a wooden hoop with a stick, it prompted a halt and ruminations of a mouldering prisoner seeking freedom - mere ilms away from the taste of fresh, salty sea air. “THUD! THUD! THUD!” To a bawdily grinning Miqo’te sailor grazing on a wedge of hardtack well… some things were better left unshared.

“THUD! THUD! THUD! - THUNK!” With one final, calamitous crash the doors part, swinging open to validate in part mustachio-enthusiast and urchin both, much to the frowning seawoman’s disappointment. The lounge - an elegant place of fine ales and imported sakes belching forth from its esteemed bowels a juxtaposingly inelegant pile of lank limbs, tangled blonde locks and concussed gaze. A disappointingly dull “THUD!” emanates from the pathway to where the rangy Veena-shaped projectile strikes.

 “Ow, my e-everything…” the gangly waif groans - coughing free a mouthful of dirt. Unfolding limb after scrawny limb, unfolding herself upwards akin to a piece of scrumpled up parchment unfurling. Nursing the head she’d just used to ram her way through the doors with one crooked hand - the other, equally gnarled, equally bandaged crept its way towards the first sight to catch the attention of oversized, ink blue eyes.

“Y’okay miss?” the Roegadyn lad called out, crossing the road, sauntering his way up the pale stone stairs to the verdant front garden just in time to spot the slouching wretch of a woman turn her head, wild-eyed, teeth locked around the bloom of a white viola. Rather than relinquish her prize, the shabby dress-clad Veena clenched her jaw, taking a generous chunk out of the petals, grazing on it. Not okay, or perhaps just very hungry, the urchin considered.

In truth little less grubby than the concerned street rat now watching her, the shaggy-haired flower-munching escapee craned her head to the left quizzically. Then a little more, then back to the right again eyes unblinking as she considers in turn her onlooker. “H-How…?” the squeakily stuttered question tumbles from the lanky Viera’s lips, even as her head-craning threatens then follows through on a long, leporine ear limply lapsing to the side of her head. The hoop-clutching street rat frowned before querying in return, “How miss? How’d I what?” A knobbly index finger subsequently outstretched, gesturing to the paven road beyond, clarifying little.

The flora-loving woman’s lips flapped ineptly as she struggled to find the right word - the right syllable to begin on, hands racing through a fit of signed gesticulations that eventually manage to yield and chittered, “The r-road… how d-did you?” Even that clarification in truth, revealed little to the Sea Wolf street rat, though in an effort to try and help the tongue-tied Veena along he traipsed back to the other side of the street - then back again, prompting an anxious squeak and palpable gawking from the awkward waif. Crossing back again, met with applause, the urchin raised an index of his own inquiring with puzzlement, “Cross the road?” A sharp trio of nods were offered in answer.

“Well miss, ‘s just like life. You just do it. Put one foot in front of the other and before you know it, you’re there,” the hoop-carrying boy offered sagaciously, repeating his demonstration to further applause, finding himself considering the dishevelled Veena, offering up another question as he assessed her, “You don’t get out much miss, huh?” A sheepish chuckle in response, followed by a pause to sign further, then an admission, “N-No… it’s s-safe in there and my friends say I should s-stay inside.” The urchin shrugs, conceding, “Might be they’re right miss, but ‘s just a road.”

The rampantly inquisitive waif squatted down atop the top stair, then step by step clambered her way down overly cautiously - slithering her way across to the side of the road - digging bandaged fingers in to pry at the space between the verdant verge straddling the estate’s walls and the paven road, then offering a few prods to a paving stone in turn. “See miss? Just road. Anyone can cross it,” the urchin offers, doing just that again for the Veena’s benefit. Rising fulm by fulm back to her prodigiously lanky height, the nameless woman rocked anxiously by the side of the road, torn between the rampant want to test this thesis, to indulge her curiosity and the unspoken “what if”.

What if -she- wasn’t allowed to? What if she’d get in trouble? What if she was spotted? What if she got stuck on the other side and couldn’t make her way back? She’d been allowed out to linger in the garden on multiple occasions, but to venture beyond… Picking up on the dishevelled woman’s fraying nerves, quite palpable in her rampant jockeying in place, torn between flight and exploration - the lad with the hoop questions, baffled, “You’ve really never crossed a road miss?” Another few moments of signing follow, before the highly-strung blonde concedes, “N-No… or, I d-don’t remember? I’ve never g-gone further than h-here…” A few, limp efforts to push herself forward yield nought but failure

A puzzled, if not unkind smile blooms on the urchin’s mien, offering out a hand, “‘s okay miss. I can help you across - it’s not so scary. Once you know how to do it - you’ll be able to do it all on your own!” It was hard not to pity the scraggly mess of a woman terrified of crossing a road on her own. A bony, misshapen hand soon wafted near his own ineptly, its owner's eyes shut, face a veritable death mask of a grimace, a hand soon taken. Multiple rapid, shallow breaths accompany each footstep, each laborious, slow - each less steady, heavier, more a struggle than the last and yet… before long, it had happened. The Veena’s eyes only peeling open from behind her other hand’s fingers as the two come to a halt and her would-be assistant in crossing offers a gracious, “You did it miss, we’re across the road!”

Gawking at her surroundings, at the burly lad, at the road itself then back across at the lounge she’d left behind, the lanky blonde squeaks, “W-We did? I did? I…” A fit of rampant clapping, followed by a clumsy pirouette that the urchin has the sense to quickly extricate himself from the immediate vicinity of lest he be inadvertently struck. Pointing off a stubby finger to the hillsides beyond, brilliantly green - each abrim with colourful stalls, delightful limestone structures and roads, enough roads to leave a road enthusiast giddy - the urchin’s clears his throat, preparing to expand the waif’s world that much further, only to be cut off by a delighted cry in the distance, ebbing by the moment, “I d-did it! I crossed the r-road! I d-did it everyone!” A few patches of a tattered, crimson dress’ hem disappearing back into the lounge.

Blinking, baffled by the speed at which the waif had fled home and the seeming satisfaction with which she called out that success, the hoop-trundling lad shakes his head, chuckling then continues on his way - pushing along the hoop with the accompanying stick. Crossing a road… it was enough to make the strange, rabbit-eared woman happy and it’d earned him a story that’d raise a few eyebrows at the least, maybe a couple of gil or a meal if he picked the audience. Humming a sea shanty as he goes, the lad strolls his way back to the city proper - crossing roads after all, was hungry work. 

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #cross

[fantasycorrupted]

i should split fiadh’s verses into timetravelling (main) and seawoman (secondary) and then the mermaid one (tertiary). they all are a part of her canon story but i imagine she won't be doing all three at once in threads :d

#stfu ani ( ooc. ) #// thats just a note to myself

[siennadraws]

Some fun facts about Cammie:

-most of the time, Camila is the one steering the Relentless, because she's relatively experienced in it and would rather do it herself. She also finds it relaxing or satisfying, depending on the circumstances.

-most of her spare money is spent at the "inn".

-she becomes the owner of Nassau's tavern after the war is over.

-alongside her, the only survivors of the Relentless' crew are her quartermaster and another seawoman.

-she had to re-train herself on fighting when she became Captain. Due to losing so much strength and practice whilst stranded. She did it under cover of night with trusted friends so no one else could see her at her lowest.

-her flag is a skull with blood dripping from its jaw

#bloody cammie #siennatalks

[sugarmarbles21]

Lutey and the mermaid part 1

This is not a short story so I have to break it into two parts.

Long ago, there was a man named Lutey, who farmed a few acres of land along the seashore, near Lizard Point in Cornwall. To make some extra income, he worked as a fisherman and did some smuggling when the time was right.

One day, while walking down the shoreline for any treasures that the sea might have cast up, Lutey hear cries coming from the sea. He walks toward the cries to a beautiful woman sitting in a rock pool. Her hair shined gold and her skin was smooth and clear like a polished seashell. Lutey announced his presence and reassured that he means no harm. He notices a shadow in the water and recognizes it as a fish tail.

The mermaid tells him that she left her home to gaze at the land and wondered until she was trapped by the tide. She offers the man three wishes if he helped her get back to the water and gives him a golden comb with a pearl handle. She tells him that if he ever needs her help, he only needed to pass the comb through the sea three times and call her name. When he asked her what it was, she said it was Morvenna, which means seawoman in Cornish.

Lutey carried Morvenna to the sea until the water was up to his waist. When the mermaid asked what his wishes were, he said he wanted to do good. His first wish was to be able to break the spells of witches, his second was to make spirits to tell him what he needed to know and his third was for these gifts to passed down his lineage. After she granted them, Morvenna tempted him to go with her to her underwater home. Lutey said he would drown if he attempted to follow and Morvenna said she could give him gills so he could breathe under water.

Lutey falls further and further under her spell until…

#celtic #celtic mythology #mermaid #culture #Cornwell

[plungermusic]

Sorrowful ‘Silkie’ gets Plunger’s seal of approval …

Chloe Matharu, celtic harpist and merchant seawoman (a pretty unique combination) follows up last year’s well-regarded debut Small Voyages with an ambitious run at the traditional Scottish folk song The Silkie Of Sule Skerry.

First documented in the 1850s (but considerably older than that) the song is the story of doomed love across the human/magical divide: between an earthly woman and a silkie (a shapeshifting man/seal water-spirit) full of foreboding and predictions, ending in the inevitable death of the woman’s love and the child she bore him… yes, it’s a classic piece of upbeat, laugh-a-minute, celtic folklore.

It’s no mean challenge taking on a song that has been covered/adapted by some big names in the folk world, from Joan Baez to Judy Collins, Steeleye Span to The Unthanks, but Chloe brings a whole new soundscape to the tune combining her own traditionally-informed performance with the modern tech of electronica and the sounds (personally recorded in the field) of the natural world, mirroring the supernatural/earthly confluence of the story.

Big, booming synth-bass breakers plunge us straight into the deep, overlaid with recorded wave-sounds and seal calls; Chloe’s spare, lilting harp foreshadowing the melody before assuming a tinkling obligato role as her voice takes over. High and ringing, with a rapid, omnipresent but carefully controlled vibrato, Chloe’s powerful yet limpid singing shows the influence of her mixed Scots/Welsh/Punjabi heritage, as she recounts the bleak legend, backed by a syndrum heartbeat. A steadily building soundscape of eerie, airy synth textures and increasingly complex syndrum patterns sees multi-layered distant ethereal vocal harmonies join to propel the story to its inevitable denouement.

The tragic climax of the tale comes almost a cappella, with only synth ‘winds’ punctuated by plucked harp chords and plaintive seal cries at the critical moment, then all abruptly fades away in a haunting, hanging close.

For Plunger’s money, headphones are essential to dive into the midst of this piece and experience the full power of a strikingly modern rendition of an age-old lay, every bit as evocative and moving as the original if not more so.

Chloe Matharu’s The Silkie Of Sule Skerry is available on all streaming platforms today, 28th July, and you can buy the single and view the accompanying atmospheric video on her website here: https://www.chloematharu.co.uk

Chloe is on tour currently: 28th July Cambridge Folk Festival, England 29th July EDF, Isle of Benbecula, Scotland 18th + 19th August AMC, Edinburgh Festival Fringe, Scotland 10th September Northern Guitars, Leeds, England 7th + 8th October Hartlepool Folk Festival, England

#chloe matharu #celtic harp #celtic folk music #celtic folklore #the silkie of sule skerry #folk music

[enahstudio]

Life's Miserable Encounters :

A Ceaseless Journey Throughout the Breakdowns

biography

----- She was a mess in distress. Danica Pura was always torn between two things. Setting foot into the real world has never been so challenging for her after graduating college. She's the type to train her mind through a variety of opportunities ahead of her. But reality can be harsh sometimes. Especially when we're in the stage where we feel like the heaviest burdens in our lives is the cause why we can't move our feet to keep going on.

----- Being the youngest among five means being showered with most of the love from her relatives. Like any other kid, she's used to living her life playing traditional games with her friends, and can sometimes be a pain in the neck to her parents. Despite her naughty side, she's still the favored one in the family. Even after transitioning to high school where she learnt about the fun period in her life. Nothing is even more better than spending your childhood less worrisome and unproblematic.

----- However, college became her turning point. Taking the course of HRM with a desire to become a seawoman remained unfulfilled. She knew she was ready to face reality when stress and anxiety took a toll on her mentality. Luckily for her, she survived the few remaining days of college.

----- Thankfully her outgoing personality has opened up a lot of opportunities for her. She complained of not being able to apply what she learned to whatever work she was offered to. Although waiting for a specific work that is suitable to her degree would take ages. There's not a single day she never doubted her capabilities. Dominated by her own fears and thought full of 'what ifs'; "what if I can't really do it?", "what if I mess up?". In order to survive life, she tried out other work fields with minimum wages enough to support herself. Though it was never easy, if there's anything she learned from her experiences, that is to expect the unexpected.

----- For her to be looking all low-spirited is quite unusual for someone who is quite known for their jolliness. She would bewail over her commitments, only for her to realize that its been weighing too much for her to handle. Her love life is not an exception. Few guys she dated become besotted over her. And by that I mean they didn't last for a life time. Thinking that she'll be useful as a rebound. As if her feelings were just a plaything for them. The habit of impulse eating is enough to express her frustrations at the age of thirty and not being able to accomplish her goals that she planned out for her future self.

----- Garnering up every unfortunate event she confronted, she had a very chaotic and quite messed up life. No matter what has been bugging her guts to push further, that never stopped her from striving to keep her life stable.

----- In times of agony, positivity never left Danica's side. She poured her blood, sweat, and tears to get where she was right now. It may not be something she's been working for all her life, at least she's passionate about whatever she does. She's not doing everything by choice. She knew that coming across the unwanted borders has shaped her to become a better person and had her develop a more mellow personality.

----- Regardless of how bizarre the shape of significant the future is, it's just a salver. You have to take care not to break it. When you leave it alone it will gradually break down to serve as a roof that no matter what you do, it can't be restored. Through thick and thin, one's life always has an endless adventure.

@enahstudio 2023. All Rights Reserved.

#biography #creativenonfiction #nonfiction

[sunflowershinesblog]

Dear Future Husband,

I'm still waiting for you. My dream is already happening, I'm a Seafarer/ seawoman now.

I already visited some beautiful places. God is faithful. He give every perfect gift in His timing. I don't have any idea where you are and who you are. Hopefully were in the same ship. God knows our needs. I pray that your not lonely. I pray that God may give all the desires of your heart. I'm very excited to meet you. I pray that God give you love, peace and joy in your heart. God bless and I love you.

Sincerely,

Your future wife