Emily wore her golden hair loose. The first time Peter saw her, it was blowing in the wind as she leaned over the side of her father's boat, as shining and brilliant as strands of pure gold. He loved her for that, instantly, just for being so beautiful and bright in a world that had only seemed dark.
Emily and her father sailed around the world. That day Peter saw them docking at Falmouth, they were returning from a six-month journey all around the Mediterranean. Emily returned laden down with tiny gifts for her mother and sisters: little terracotta statues, enamel earrings, crystallised lemon slices, preserved black sausage, startlingly coloured hand-woven shawls.
Disembarking, she dropped a shawl, and Peter grabbed it before it could blow into the water in the fierce offshore wind. That day, he drowned in her green eyes, and he's never come up for air; but Emily sails on, her love for adventure greater than any before or since.
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