Track 2 - Sailor Song (Yujin x Wonyoung)

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April 6, 2023

Dear Jang Wonyoung,

How do you write someone a letter? No one ever taught me how. But, here I go.

How are you?

Is that too simple a question? I don’t know. I find myself wondering how you are.

It’s only been a few days since I left, and I already have this urge to return. To come back.

I miss the waves reaching out for the shore. I miss the lighthouse at the top of the hill. And of course, I miss you.

Now that I’ve reread what I’ve written, I feel stupid haha. Is this really all there is to letters? Maybe you should teach me a thing or two. Tell me how to improve my writing. I don’t want to waste these ink and papers.

I don’t want to waste your time.

Love,

An Yujin

May 18, 2023

Dear An Yujin,

I didn’t think you’d write back. What a miracle! That’s a pleasant surprise.

Keep the way you write, Yujin. It’s kinda cute. It’s very ‘you’.

I don’t think there are any rules to letter-writing really. We don’t need to have a set thing to write to each other about. That’s what pen pals are for—just chatting with one another.

I’d be happy enough to just hear from you once in a while. Let’s me know you haven’t drowned yet.

Tell me about your day, Yujin. Tell me what you see. What you go through. What you feel. It helps. All of it helps.

It helps me imagine what your life is like out there on the open seas.

Me? Well, you’ve seen it. My life isn’t very colorful. It’s just routine.

But you? You get to sail to all these different places because of your work. What’s that like?

Which countries are your favorite? Did you encounter any annoying passengers before? Do you ever get seasick? If you do, is it fine to just throw up into the water?

Tell me about that. About it all.

Maybe that way, I can feel like I’m with you.

Love,

Jang Wonyoung

P.S. I had to contact your company to find out where your next stop is! Next time, let me know where I can mail my letters too. Otherwise, you won’t be getting them.

P.P.S. I miss you, dummy.

June 27, 2023

Dear Jang Wonyoung,

Do you remember the first time we met?

“Bah, this is such a small town. Can’t really spread your legs after a long sail, yeah?” Arnold grunted, rubbing the back of his head. “At least the tavern had some cheap drinks. Don’t really feel all that buzzed though.”

“Aye, but it’s pretty quiet, no?” Klaus chimed in, elbowing Arnold. “Feels weird being the noisiest ones here.”

As the crew of the Celebrity Millennium strolled down the main road of 12th Street, their cackles stirred the ambient air. The final traces of spring breathed against their backs as a gentle breeze swept past them, lifting their already inebriated spirits.

Yujin could only watch as her senior crew members began dancing down the street to the unheard tune of a shanty. Shaking her head, she trailed behind them to avoid getting swept up in their antics.

“Didn’t get very buzzed either, did you?”

A woman approached Yujin from the side, their cruise jacket draped over her shoulders. She glanced at Yujin as if they hadn’t been together all night already. “Didn’t see you having much to drink back there.”

“Karina,” Yujin muttered, managing a smile. She shrugged. “I don’t know. Not in the mood, I guess. Especially not if we’re sleeping on the boat again.”

“God, they could at least have gotten us rooms on land. This place looks cheap too. Perfect place for a little midnight rendezvous,” Karina teased.

Yujin blushed. Karina didn’t need to say it, but she knew exactly what the other girl was implying. Inching closer to Yujin, she wrapped a hand around Yujin’s arm and walked beside her. “Not very romantic, but the ship’s better than nothing.”

Yujin nodded. “Better than noth—.”

Just then, a bicycle zipped past them coming from the opposite direction.

Yujin stared at her. The woman stared back with a smile.

It was dark that night. 12th Street was just turning on all their lamps. But I swear, you were glowing. You lit up the entire path.

You looked like an angel—in that cute floral dress of yours. Hands on the handles of your bike. Hair flowing in the wind. Not a single care in the world.

You looked like some sort of celebrity. Like a young Anne Hathaway. Like I was watching a scene lifted right from the movies.

I couldn’t even remember what my crewmates were telling me anymore. I couldn’t even remember where we were headed or what we were going to do next. All I could do was look at you. All I could do was watch as you passed by.

While they all grabbed a smoke on the stern later that night, all I could think about was that girl I saw back on 12th Street. That lady in her pretty little dress, with her pretty little face, and that pretty little smile.