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The cabin on the Canary was getting stuffy. Her companions were severely seasick and Lorem was sick of the smell. She needed some fresh air.
She stepped across the warm planks of the deck and made her way to the railing, overlooking the deep blue water splashing by as the ship parted the waves. The cool sea breeze tickled her face, brushing loose hair across her cheeks, bringing a prickle to her skin at the cold. She was grateful for her coat.

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“GUYS YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT WE FOUND AT GNOME DEPOT” Moss's voice is loud and eager when her and Princeton return from their last minute evening supply run. Loud voices usually put me on edge, but over the past few weeks I have gotten used to Moss's yells of excitement. I look up from the piece of wood I'm trying to shape into a badger and see that, in addition to the things they went out looking for, both of them are animatedly emptying a bag of colorful little glass containers and tubes onto the table.