[center][h1][b][color=deepskyblue]Fitness Feya[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][b][color=cyan]There's A Boat In My Swimming Path[/color][/b][/h3][/center]


[color=deepskyblue]	Feya’s arms and legs were shifting back and forth. The woman of fitness kept a good rhythm of body motions. Her technique involved saving a lot of stamina in order to beat Isuza. There was a matter of beating her in speed, but Feya might possibly tire her out. 

	Feya had her eyes glued to the water. Her body bobbed up and down each wave. She couldn’t make out any noise around her due to the water reaching toward her ears. All she could hear was the sound of water briefly hitting her ears. That, and her constant breathing exercises to maintain stamina. 

	Her muscles noticed a slight change in the waves. She smiled on the inside and acknowledged most likely Isuza must be nearing her. The waves were shifting direction and Feya only assumed Isuza’s admirable swimming strength was at fault. The fitness woman at to make a decision: does she pick up her speed or keep at a constant pace?

	[color=cyan]“Screw it,”[/color] Feya scoffed. She started throwing her arms into the water and dropping her legs with intense ferocity. The woman burst through the opposing waves. At this point, she was climbing over them. Each arm paddle created a loud splash of water. Feya began exaggerating a certain victory. 

[i]Thud![/i] [color=cyan]“What the f-?”[/color] Feya massaged her scalp when she slammed into a hard surface. She dug her hand into her hair to fully caress her now-growing bump. It was small, but it was still a blemish to her temple of a body. Tilting her head back, she noticed a gigantic ship in front of her.

Kicking her legs to stay afloat, her face turned sour. She knocked on the body of the floating vessel. [color=cyan]“Hey, what’s the big idea?!”[/color] Feya Fitness proceed to keep throwing her fists into the ship. [color=cyan]”You interrupted my race! What’s the matter with you? Do I swim in the middle of your ship...routines?”[/color]

Every word only increased the pitch and volume in the female body builder’s voice. [color=cyan]”Do you get kicks putting your ship in people’s way? In the middle of the ocean? DO YOU?!”[/color] She began attempting to climb the ship’s wall. The hardest part was trying to get a grip. [color=cyan]”You stopped an important victory in my milestone!!”[/color][/color]