Adventures of Nauta

Sorry Everyone. It’s a really short one today because I’m exhausted. Hope you enjoy it. Nauta is the Latin word for Nautical. I read it in something this morning and was instantly met with a gorgeous little character. She might become a reoccurring OC.... I dunno yet.

Nauta hadn’t seen land in months. That was a simple fact, so when she caught a glimpse of a shadow on the horizon she was beyond excited. Screaming down the mast “land ho!’ watching the infectious joy spread amongst the crew that was starting to grow tired of each other’s endless company. Standing watch in the crow's nest until the ship was docked alongside the newest port. Relaying instructions to ensure the ship's safe berthing.

“Go, explore. Don’t get lost. Be back by nightfall.” Her father's voice yelled up the mast, watching as she grabbed the rope and swung down towards the decks. Crashing into the rope ladders that supported the mast to scramble down them like she had been doing her entire life.

“Roger that Captain!” A half-assed salute was thrown his way as she leapt over the railing to land in a crouch on the docks. Taking off in a sprint, weaving her way in and out of people until she could safely jump down once more. Toes digging into soft white sand, flying up behind her with the desperate search for adventure.

Nauta paused when she realised she couldn’t see the ship anymore. Fingers trailing across the red clay bank she’d scrambled around as the tide lapped at her feet. Chasing birds that taunted her with every small flight forward.

She was determined to catch them. Laughter carried across the water as she picked a target. Sprinting after it as it took to the skies. It was the breath of fresh air she’d needed, stretching her legs and expelling months of pent up energy as she dotted footprints all over the beach front. Rarely straying onto the grass that laid beside it.

“Nauta.” Her prey was forgotten as she heard her father call her name. Turning to see him standing on the grassy banks with a smile. “Ready?”

“Aye, Papa, where to next?” She darted to his side, arms wrapping around his waist. Face pressed into his chest. His calloused hands ruffling through her hair, smoothing out knots that had made their home in her uncontrollable curls.

“Another adventure Cherie. Another adventure.”