Wind Through Her Hair…
She hated her real name, not outright detested it, but hated it all the same which was why she preferred the nickname she was given by the rest of the Harekaze's crew. She was glad that, with her eyesight, she'd been assigned as the look out – though she'd wondered why a lookout was needed when their radar could spot targets beyond her viewing range. Regardless, Macchi stood on the platform to the left of the crows nest and allowed the wind to whip through her hair and smell the salty sea air. The girl could not help but wonder why their Instructor had fired upon them, and there was the situation with Musashi to deal with. Their Captain had ordered a course set to the next meet up point in hopes they could explain everything to the rest of their school's ships, but Macchi was not sure that would work. She was also worried that there would be more firing on the Harekaze – she'd taken several training rounds to her immediate location and got several injuries treated by the very quiet and seemingly reserved Doctor. She'd been relieved of duty and told to rest in her quarters but she'd gone back onto duty because the radar was on reduced power and they needed to know what was going on around them. She was frightened, but she would not allow it to herself – not allow others to see - that dependable, stoic, ever calm Macchi was wanting to return to port.
Until then, she stayed calm and let the wind go through her hair…
A/N:
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