“There really might be monsters,” I said, “Do you want to go back?”
“No,” she replied, “We set out together to spite the monsters, remember? To turn back now would be to turn back on who we are.”
I laughed and turned away, checking the sails, not because they needed adjusting, but because I feared my love for her would overwhelm me, blurring my eyes, making me unable to see clearly the look on their faces when we did not flee in terror.
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