🎧ྀི — Sailor Song - Gigi Perez August 16, 1928 - France.

Vi came from a simple family, her father a sailor and her mother a confectioner, — Sure, decent jobs, but not for the time. She cut through the laws like a knife, being petulant and not completely feminine, but she was still there. Violet fell in love with the sea since she was a baby, her father would sail around the river with her, showing her how vast the world was to her, and that she had millions of opportunities like everyone else.

Violet grew up, and refined her passion for the sea, helping her father bring food every afternoon, fishing and helping her mother prepare it all the time, — She even had a younger sister who always looked up to her, it was incredible to see.

But today Vi woke up on the wrong side of the bed, she started spilling hot coffee on her hand, having to wrap it with a bandage, she almost fell into the river when she was undoing the ropes that held her father's boat. Now, she was sitting on the edge of the bridge; In the harbor, trying to fish for something, but it seemed like everything was going wrong. It was noisy and the burn on her hand was bothering her.

That was when she would try for the last time, adjusting the hook and pushing back. But instead of going back towards the river, it caught on something, making her snort. "God, what happened now?" She looked back, thinking she had caught the hook on a fence or something, but it was quite different.

"Oh- My God, I'm so sorry." Vi held her sailor's cap, standing up as she walked over to the girl. "I didn't think-" Vi had managed to hook the tip of the hook into a girl's dress, more precisely, — The daughter of the owner of the entire harbor. She bent down, hoping to get it off without ripping her dress any further. "It's okay, it's okay. It happens." She heard a soft voice, and when she looked up, it was as if the earth stopped spinning for a second.

"Oh merde, c'est trop joli." — She thought to herself, swallowing hard as she watched that angel on earth.