Laura Catherine

Eye of the Storm

The wind whipped around Gemma’s hair violently, threatening to blind her. Her chest heaves, not from exertion but from excitement, from that feeling of knowing one is doing what they were born to do. The smell of the sea surrounds her and she can feel a slight slosh of water in her boots, a sensation she has become acquainted with. Gemma had only been out to sea for a few short years but the amount of times she had seen land since then could be counted on one hand.