She knew that it would be difficult for her, since she was a little girl she had knowledge about that. It all boiled down to the fact that she was the first woman in six generations of treasure hunters, her father tried very hard to conceive another son, a boy, unfortunately he didn't make it and he had to be conform with her. She could claim that her father was stricter with her just for being a girl. Trying to make her stronger without vulnerabilities. She was fierce, fearsome, intelligent and complicated, she earned the respect of other treasure hunters, of everyone less her father. Her work was hard, her whole life was trained to look for lost treasures of more than two hundred years ago, follow tracks with great care and stay even for months stuck in the same sector in the ocean. She was the best on her job but for her father it seemed to never be enough, her hands were not like other girls' hands, they were not soft or had polish on them, her hands were calloused and her nails were short to make more easy her work, she never wear dress, she never used makeup, always knew that hers life would be different, never that she wouldn't have a life of her own to live. The day his father died must have been the saddest of his life, it hurt her but at the same time she felt freedom. One day after her father's death, she appeared before her boat and her tribulation as she had never seen her before. For the first time in her life, she looked like a girl and was proud to be a girl.
HELLO EVERYONE!! this is my entry for the #foxtales contest uwu/