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Weeks blow by in foggy depths, but eventually the sun shines high again and the 2 little girls stand clear eyed and determined on the deck of their ship. A briny, endless gust billows their sails taut, leading their way forward, pushing and stretching their pace and bent. “The weather has turned.” “And we make good time.” ‘it leans us too far oblique’ ‘keep an eye on the sky and push of it’ ‘we need to approach with our own purpose’ “Of course Captain.” Quickly orders are deftly shouted as muscles tense and ropes pull sharp and tight. The crew pushes and rages against destiny, led by 2 little, fearless girls as endless winds continue to gale, the crew little by little make their way purposefully and determinedly forward.