Snippet #1586514

Abia tapped the shoulder of a girl next to her. She couldn't have been much older than herself. "Excuse me, but do you know when we'll be departing?" she asked rather curious. The woman looked at her, then spoke with an accent Abia couldn't quite place. "I do not know. That is up to the captain right?" Abia nodded and turned away from the girl, looking back over the railing at all the people below.

She couldn't imagine how it must be for them, watching people they've known for perhaps their whole lives just... leaving. Maybe that was how her dad felt and why he'd stubbornly refused to see her off. It was too hard for him, she realized. His little girl is all grown up and leaving the nest. But I'm not little. i can take care of myself.

Just for fun, Abia decided to wave to the people standing below on the dock. Even if they didn't know her, she still felt she owed a goodbye to somebody. She hadn't even informed her friends of her departure. Had she? She couldn't remember the last time they'd written to her or even spoken. So they obviously wouldn't care anyway, right? She sighed.