Voyage 소설 & 이야기

Sea Voyage, that is the name of Virtue Island owned restaurant, located at the harbour of the town, on the beach lines, actually the restaurant were made to be look as if it was floating on the surfaced of the sea. And it was certainly looked like it, this is the place that I last visited when it was first opened and I were the only person that dine in these restaurant. But now, it was constantly bustling and full of people customers, and I can say for certain everyone here were dressed to impressed. Somehow the town restaurant has become rather high class dining area.

Oceans p.o.v. Gregory doubled over as if in pain, before I could react he had transformed into his shaggy brown wolf and was howling to the sky "Gregory, what's wrong?" "Ocean, it's Desert and Lanna they went into the forest and didn't come back and now Sky cant contact Desert" fear settled deep in my stomach "I'm on my way" I rush over to Gregory "Gregory, come on we need to go, Lanna and Desert need us"

Violently if necessary. Hail be damned.

“I don't know, Gabriel. We lost touch some time ago. But I believe your father is at sea, traveling the vast oceans of the world…” “He's a pirate?” The child's eyes lit up and she hated to dash his hopes but also refused to lie to him. “No, Gabe. He is a captain of a ship called La Voyageur.” “A captain…” he said on an exhale of breath. “I want to be like him, Maman. I want to travel the seas!”

It was a romantic anchor, a promise that no matter how many light-years they traveled, the heartbeat of the Silver Moon would always be their North. The departure took place at the high orbit station above the lunar colony. The expedition vessel, named the First Mother’s Breath, was a masterpiece of quartz, silver, and liquid fire. As the triplets and Lyra boarded, the entire planetary grid surged with a supportive frequency. "Initiating Warp Shift," Toby announced, his voice steady as he entered the high resonance state.

The part that was just life. Underway.

Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

I nod, “We are heading to my home here in Monaco, but I don’t live in the city, too much noise and bustling, I live on an island, there you will sign the needed documents, then we will speak further, understood? He raises a brow at me, his eyes now covered by his dark shades again, protecting his eyes from the blinding sun. I nod, following him, it’s not hard to spot his yacht, it’s the biggest in the dock, but that’s not what makes it his, its fully a glossy black yacht, with FALCONE written boldly in gold at the side of the yacht. “here” he grabs my hand helping me unto the yacht I look around wondering why he’s suddenly acting like a gentleman after walking quickly behind him, without him

He leaned back, feeling a deep satisfaction in his heart—this honeymoon was everything he wanted, and more importantly, it was with the person he wanted most in the world. As they flew across continents, Arlo shared stories of Italy, mentioning all the places he had planned for them to visit: the romantic canals of Venice, the historic streets of Rome, and the rolling vineyards of Tuscany. Lune listened intently, a spark in her eyes that made Arlo’s heart skip a beat. This was their adventure, a journey they would share as husband and wife, bound by love and a future filled with possibilities.

While they were there, they lit a candle together and offered a small prayer, thanking them for their love and the journey they were about to embark on. In the afternoon, they decided to take a boat tour of Paraty Bay. The boat was small and cozy, with a friendly captain named José, who took them on a relaxing ride on the calm waters. They passed picturesque islands where they could swim and dive into the crystal-clear waters. Bruno and Helena sat at the boat's bow, gazing at the sea and feeling the gentle breeze on their faces.