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NoV: Well, I started school this week, so updates are bound to come later and later....sorry. ï
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Desirae had fallen asleep, her head lying against her father's shoulder. Malcolm sighed. He was certain that he was going to get heatstroke out here in the middle of the ocean. And if not, they would both have a severe sunburn. The little boat didn't offer much refuge from the relentless sun high overhead.
But, as the situation was, beggars could not be choosers.
He wondered what had happened to the ship and its crew. The last he and Desirae had seen of it, the tiny specks were still rushing around trying to save the tiny boat. Then, the ocean currents had pulled them out of the boat's line of sight.
It had been hours since they had seen a boat, a person, or land.
Malcolm knew that if he kept watching the waves, bouncing the boat toward some unknown faraway place, he would be sick. He knew that if he looked instead at the sky, he would go blind from the white sun blaring down on him. So, instead, he kept his gaze focused on his slumbering daughter.
Desirae was slightly drooling, but thankfully it was onto the boat. Her tan cargo pants were too long for her and kept most of her shoes hidden. She wore a plain, V-neck pink t-shirt made cheerful by an opal-colored necklace. Her golden hair was blown into her face by the wind, making her wrinkle her small nose. Malcolm, in one of his first fatherly gestures toward his quiet daughter, pulled the hair out of her face and behind her ear.
Moments later, he fell into a light sleep as well.
Desirae woke up sometime later, squinting in the bright sunlight. Her head was lying atop her father's bony shoulder, his muscular arm crunched beneath her back. She smiled, knowing that whatever situation they might endeavor, he would always be there to protect her. She wouldn't trade anything in the world for her recently found dad. She studied him carefully, trying to remember everything she could about him. He wore a black button-up shirt with black trousers and belt. He was very quirky about his clothes. He had said something about matching problems, but she didn't really care to know too much about his fashion sense. His black hair seemed to be molded onto his scalp in the certain way that he combed it everyday.
Despite all his quirks and abnormalities that made some people question his scientific know-how, Desirae loved her father with all her heart. She remembered the first time she had seen him that he smelled like spearmint and leather. It was a smell that she couldn't forget. He was her haven.
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NoV: Well, there's part fourteen!