The sky was clear and bright with the Atlantic sun, shining down onto the cool water and penetrating the clear and still liquid, allowing both of the passengers of the boat to see the bottom: over a hundred feet below. The ship was elegant in itself: twenty feet of pine and oak wood, reinforced, stained and painted white with large murals and images of amazingly detailed flowers and plants across it's bow, all hand done by Thorne Rose, one of the two on the craft. A single sail rose from it's deck, holding the crisp and clean sail, allowing the ship to be propelled southward towards Virginia beach. The name of the ship, the mighty 'Sea Rose' was among the pretty images of the flowers, also hand painted and well done. On the deck was the first girl, Thorne, as the sun had only just risen and the second day upon the ship had started. The night before, Thorne and her best friend, Cleo, had left and made it to this spot before the sun had sank and they had slept after enjoying a well made dinner.
Thorne had been up since five o'clock, having checked every line and every part of the ship, examined the oil in the motor that was for backup, scrubbed the decks (Cleo had mentioned she wanted to tan), watered her plants, and had set the course homeward. They still had a full day after this one to go, and the child of Demeter was excited to spend some quality time with the child of Aphrodite. Salty spray hit the young girls face, making the Barbados native smile as she began to turn the ships wheel and lock it in place with the right trajectory back to Virginia. She had let Cleo sleep in the main bedroom with her luggage, thinking it would be more comfortable for the model.
Thorne still couldn't get over how her best friend was a famous model from Europe, but when your in a camp full of demigods from the world over: anything was possible. Her red hair was let free, going below her shoulders and her green eyes shined like polished emeralds as they gazed over the horizon, waiting for Cleo to wake and emerge from the belly of the vessel. Thorne wanted to know more about the most recent love triangle her friend had gotten herself into, and also wanted to warn her not to touch her crush that went to her school once they got to the destination.
Thorne hoped Cleo would stay with her until summer break, and she could sail them back up the coast to camp again, but she didn't know. She sighed and glanced to the dish set up outside the door that led below, it allowed Thorne to have both cable television and a working phone for emergencies besides her standard radio. With a yawn, she scratched her pale arm and began to trim a plant nearby: a bonsai tree she had acquired from a Japanese sister of hers.