Gaia looked at the cargo ship leisurely making its way to the pier. The deck of the ship was abuzz with commotion, a veritable beehive.
Gaia remembered standing in the same spot on the cragged road leading up to the port, many years ago waiting for her father, Luisão. He was a Deck Officer on a bulk carrier that sank in the Atlantic ten years ago. The families cried negligence, the media insinuated arson, but the fact was that all thirty of the crew lost their lives that day and Gaia’s dreams of getting out of her small port-town to study medicine sank with her father.
Isabelle, who was standing next to Gaia, shouted with excitement. She had spotted the crew debarking. The girls busied themselves in retouching their makeup. The tendering boat moseyed its way across the bobbly waters of the quay. The crew, already boisterous, jumped into the shallow waters and started wading towards the shore.
Gaia shrugged and fixed a coy smile on her lips. They were her prospective customers, after all.
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