Sitting on the red couch next to the cruise ship's large bar, a young girl observes passengers and sailors and discovers how people become real and often vulnerable when they travel. Passengers rush to enjoy as much as possible on their designated departure days from reality, while sailors create a facade of embellishment hiding countless anxieties and insecurities. The girl matures by facing the harshness of seriousness and the childishness of toughness, gains insight, becomes cautious, discovers defense, learns, but loses the spontaneity of her youth. Like the old sirens on the prow of ships, she observes impassively the passions of travelers and remains silent, yet subconsciously records them until the day she thinks that sailors' stories are usually written by themselves, presented through their own prism. So why not write stories of the sea seen through the eyes of a woman?