I always loved sailing, as a little girl I remember being on my fathers fishing boat....I miss them days but there is nothing I can do to restore them now, fate has chosen my path and now I must follow it. I was around 5 when my father first took me on his boat, it wasn't the longest journey but it calmed me, it helped me fall asleep. My father used to say that "The sea is the leader of the dance, not the sailor." I was born in a seaside city in Italy named "Bari" on September 3rd 1992, a lot of tourists went there so I quickly became familiar with the English language, it was difficult to learn at first but I eventually mastered it. I only went to normal school for about a month before my parents decided to homeschool me instead as they thought they could teach me better than the teachers at school, oh how foolish they were, they only ever taught me about boats, the sea, fish, and other things relating to that same topic.
My childhood was normal until I was about 16 when I heard my parents arguing in the kitchen, this had been going on for years now, ever since my 13th birthday they've been ripping eachother's head off...then my father slapped her. I was scared, although I was a 16 year old girl, not really afraid of anything I became scared. I became scared of that if my father could hit my mother what could he do to me. That's when I decided to take my dad's boat to sea. I stole it from the garage and using all the tips he and my mother had given me I started sailing, sailing away from my childhood home. It wasn't until 6 hours later when I found land. It was a small uncharted island, it didn't seem to be occupied so I sailed up to it. I was almost to land when suddenly I heard a crash and fell off the boat, almost drowning....well I would have drown if it wasn't for him.
And by him I mean the man, he didn't tell me his name he just saved me and left me on the island, in a little camp he'd seemed to have made. I was lying just beside the fire my blonde hair flowing down to my waist, I looked around to see if anyone was there but he'd vanished. I became sad knowing I'll never be able to repay the man who saved my life. Then I noticed something stuck to the wall. It was a note explaining what he'd turned me into and where to go after I awoke. He mentioned a small camp in Denmark and that he'd repaired the boat and made it even safer for me to journey there and I did that, and about 6 days later I found myself cruising into camp, almost crashing into the beach while I was at it.