<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Catherine waited while her friend prepared to go home, and smiled as he held the bottle with the ship so carefully. It was obvious that he had liked it, and that alone made Catherine happy.<br/><br/>Letting David lead her away, Catherine walked with a firm, but not overly rushed pace. She had missed seeing the harbor, the marked, all of that hustle that made that part of the city special. As they spent long moments there, telling and hearing stories, the two children had a fair knowledge of the area and the people there. It felt a little bit like home. And, of course, the ships were a powerful attractive to both,<br/><br/>Greeting someone here and there, Catherine waked on the closer side to the road, until her friend put himself on the other side. Offering a smile, she continued her walk, refraining from commenting on it. It was evident she was pleased, though.<br/><br/>Noticing David had not quite grasp her question entirely, Catherine waited for him to respond or ask her to repeat. When he finally replied, the girl nodded. <span style="color: #BF00BF">"All right. I will do it today, after supper"</span>.<br/><br/>Catherine would make the rest of the day home in silence, her mind wandering here and there as her feet kept a straight path. Once they reached the sidewalk by their gates, she turned to David. <span style="color: #BF00BF">"It was good seeing you again"</span>, she stated sincerely. <span style="color: #BF00BF">"I hope you don't get in trouble with the ship"</span>.</span></div>