Summertime had arrived. In the Northern islands of Saint-Pierre and Miquelon, that meant it was time for some fun! The simple pebbled streets were brought to life by vibrant festival decorations, music, and dancing. The sweet smell of pastries and treats wafted from the bakery. The island's best chefs were out to serve a fantastic array of seafood dishes...and yet, for once, none of the excitement called out to the colony herself. Mari smiled and laughed with her friends and neighbors, lent a helping hand in setting decorations, made sure to cook a few culinary masterpieces of her own...still, no luck. She craved something new, something exciting, something different from her everyday- and she knew just what she was going to do.
Mari's strawberry blonde locks bounced behind her as she ran toward the docks. Due to her plan to ride the colder sea currents southward, she had slipped on a simple sleeveless white dress that fell with a tad of a ruffle to her knees. On her feet were a very plain pair of sandals to match, strapped tightly to her feet to keep her steady during her handling of her small ship. With a bag packed only with essentials, the French girl boarded her vessel. Nothing brought Mari more happiness than the sea. She could be stuck on a ship for the rest of her life and still be happy as ever. It was just the escape she needed.
She raised the sail of her ship in short time, catching the wind within it with little problem. Her cerulean eyes sparkled as the boat began to move, rolling atop the waves in practiced grace. She steered her ship straight and true, riding the currents as she had been taught to do since she was only a child. However, Mari had only been taught the paths of the colder currents. The farther she ventured, the more unfamiliar she was with her location. In time, the warmer currents began to sail her vessel westward from the Atlantic into the Caribbean sea, then more northward toward the Gulf of Mexico.
By then, it had been several days since Mari set sail. Nearing midday, she searched her cabin for something to snack on, only to find she was growing very low on food. "Oh la la! Has it really been this long?" She would have to stop for awhile, rest, and pick up a few things. Maybe, if she was lucky, she would even make a friend or two in the unfamiliar southern lands. She couldn't remember having been any farther south than America's state of Florida, so the drier climate was beginning to take its toll on her. She was used to cool air, rain, and snow. With no one to look out for her, she could very well fall into bad health with all the extra sun she was getting. She was smart enough to protect her fair skin, but her temperature wasn't as easily maintained.
Eventually, the French colony tied her boat at a lonely dock in the port city of Progreso, Yucatán. Looking just around the area she was standing, Mari noticed that the Mexican city wasn't so different from her home. It was nice to know that she wasn't alone in her sea-guided lifestyle. She noticed a few fishermen not too far from her. For a moment, she considered asking them where she could find some supplies for her travels, but then she picked up on their speech: Spanish. Of course. But the little French colony had only learned French and English in her studies, not to mention, her pale skin and strawberry blonde hair made her stick out quite a bit in the local crowd. With a sigh and a brave intake of breath, the girl marched herself down the beach, making a sudden decision to enjoy the moment rather than brood over her situation.
Swiftly slipping off her sandals and leaving them in the sand, Mari ran down to the water, stopping only when the waves began to graze her knees. The gentle pull of the tide felt nice after her days of captivity to the deck of her ship. Enjoying the peaceful scene, she looked out over the horizon, admiring the glimmer of the sun in the water. She appeared as if she couldn't be disturbed, transfixed by the waves before her. Although, with her luck, something was bound to pop out and surprise her. All she had to do was wait.
Summer wear example for Mari C:
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And her ship is probably something like this x3
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