Novvv

 And so he stood there, face turned bravely to the expanse of water through which the ship tirelessly ploughed. His profile, sharp and chiseled against the pale blue of the expansive sky, jutted out proudly underneath the brown rim of a beaten-down cap. A tangle of dark mahogany curls emerged haphazardly from the back of the stylish—albeit worn—hat as they quivered slightly in the breeze blowing down the deck of the boat. The fabric of a loose, white dress shirt ruffled around his slim waist and arms in correlation with the incessant wind. Coal black trousers complimented the bone white, delicate material swathing his upper half,