We always go back to what we know

The tide was unbelievably low today, which of course lent itself to a little beach and sea exploration. When she made her way out to the island, Iskra was unbelievably grateful for the chance to simply escape herself and worry about nothing else except for seeing some new things and enjoying a new land she'd yet to explore. Dripping salt water, she'd loped excitedly along the beach, chasing after a flock of seagulls and laughing as they were forced to take flight, landing far away on the great swaths of exposed sand.

When that game lost it's thrill, she found herself drawn to something out in the water. It was... a small patch of land? No. It didn't look natural. Like the castle, this was something that had been made and left behind for discovery. Fending off that pain in her heart, Iskra set off again through the water without a second thought, happy to continue her pattern of escapism especially if it meant she'd get to see what that structure was.

Bobbing along abreast the old, wrecked vessel, the woman drank in it's great size. Barnacles and seaweed covered the majority of it's surface while more of the seagulls were perched here and there. It took ages to find a good spot to haul herself up, and by the time she managed it her first few minutes aboard were spent panting in a heap.