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[h1][color=lightcoral]Emma[/color][/h1]

The sunlight shone off the rippling water, its golden light warped in the twisted, glass waves. Its rays delicately warmed Emma's cheeks as she sat cross-legged by the edge of the boat, fishing pole in hand. The small ball gently bounced with each wave of the ocean. Emma's eyes were so intently locked on it that she felt like she hadn't blinked in a half hour, not even noticing how the gentle breeze was brushing wisps of her wavy, fair hair in her face. A man, with the similar features to the blonde, blue-eyed girl, sat next to her on a barrel. He was equipped with a fishing pole as well. They had been relatively silent for the last few minutes. The boat they resided on was quite far off from the shore as it was barely visible in the distance.  

"Don't tell your mother I let you take off from school for this," the man finally said, ruffling her hair, "she might try to catch and filet me for dinner too." He was a tall man, much taller than the 5'2" girl beside him, with a clean-shaven face and a serious face. His age appeared to be around his late thirties.

The small blonde girl emitted a laugh, "Oh I believe it but I haven't taken off all year and I've been studying my butt off. She'll get over it if she finds out."

"Fine, Emma but Alex might get jealo-"

"You go fishing with him all the time!"She exclaimed with a giggle, tilting her head slightly to look at him. "Besides Alex doesn't get jealous. Well... At least not when it comes to fishing. "

He laughed at that and turned his attention back to the water. He changed the topic and asked, "Did you decide what you want to be yet?"

"What I want to be?"Emma repeated, "I do believe I may have answered this question a couple years ago and told you that I aspired to be the fairy princess of Narnia."

"No way, young lady! That job is taken!"He exclaimed, gently nudging her.  Emma nudged him back, "Oh yeah? By who!?"She demanded, giggling. Her and her dad had always been close, sharing similar interests in things. They acted like a pair of best friends playing around in school. "By me!"He declared with pride, pretending to flip a head full of hair that he seemed to lack. 

"Well. Guess I'll have to stage a coop de'tat!"Emma set her in fishing pole down and stood up with a intentful grin. He stared at her in mock horror and whispered, "You wouldn't." She answered that statement with an evil laugh and a moment later she found herself chasing him around the boat, filling the salty air with laughter.  The sound of tugging on the fishing pole made her freeze and turn around, "I think that's my pole!"she excitedly cried and ran over to it. She began reeling fast, "Dad come help me! It's really heavy!"

"You can do it! Just keep reeling!"
She bit down on her lower lip and determinedly kept reeling until a big fish appeared at the end of her string. She turned around excitedly to present it to her father only to find no one. It was silent besides the sound of water dripping off the fish on to the floor of the boat. The fishing rod hit the floor along with the fish with a thud as it began noisily flopping.  

"Dad!"Emma called out and began looking through every nook and cranny of the small motorboat. It was evident he was no longer on board. She made her way over to a small wooden crate, struggling to get her flannel off her body as she did. Once she freed her arms, she began digging through the crate until she found a pair of goggles. She yanked them on her head and ran to the side of the boat. 

[i]You can't swim, stupid.[/i] Her conscious reminded her but she jumped off nonetheless, immersing herself in the unmercifully cold seawater. After a moment of blackness her eyes shot open and she threw her head back and forth, looking around. She saw nothing but a small school of fish hastily swimming away from her. She looked down only to find blackness. If her father had gone in the water, there was no way he would have sunk that fast. She threw her arms in upward and downward motions, trying to get herself to the surface. Emma broke it finally with a loud gasp, inhaling air as fast as she could. She struggled to get herself back over to the boat, trying to picture the way she often saw other people swimming when she went to the beach. The boat seemed to be getting further with every distance she made and panic began to course through her body, throwing her head about to search for other boats. "Help!"She screamed, "Dad!"

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