Mona smiled sunilly. 

[color=0076a3]"One can only paint so many rural landscapes before you want something new. There is something strange and... how do you say... haunting about the coast with the shipwreck."
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[color=0076a3]"It seems an old thing, like a convent or a castle in Italia, here in a new place, the new world."[/color] Her mind flashed back to her childhood under the Tuscan sun. It seemed immensely far away on this rain swept beach.

She gazed up at the ship wondering why it had not been salvaged. A sole madman on a shipwreck, a metaphor for something surely.

[color=0076a3]"I wonder if it is ... legalio? legal? to go aboard,"[/color] she speculated. A faint blush warmed her cheeks.

[color=0076a3]"I'm sorry my English, I've only been here a year or so with extended family."[/color]