Post by gillianquigley on Feb 17, 2017 15:44:01 GMT
She's been staring at the edge of the calmer ocean for about a few minutes now. Last time she was out there, there were things that she'd rather forget. A maid around her age had found her on the beach only some hours ago. Thankfully, the suitcases that were on her ship remained in tact, not sopping wet, and actually present on the island except for the metal fractals scattered around the white sand. Closing her eyes, the small girl reminisced the night before.
"Yousoro!” she woke up to the sound of a deep voice that was gradually getting louder as it approached where she had currently been living for the past couple of days. The spare room was quite cramped, but it could still fit simple necessities like a toilet and a twin bed. The girl could recognize that voice anywhere: her father and captain of the boat.
“Daddy,” You hopped off the bed and ran to her father, “are we there yet? At Ayashima?”
“My Yousoro, I think it’s gonna take a few extra days. Are you hearing the storm out there?” The teenager nodded as the howling of the wind and the pounding of the rain on the outsides of the ship. “We might have to redirect our route. Get some rest, sweetheart.” You nodded and went back to the twin bed. Despite the perfect conditions, for she liked listening to storms when she was falling asleep, she couldn’t get any rest. All that was going on outside was keeping her up. For the second time, she had hopped out of the bed again, put a tiny hair tie in her short, mousy brown hair, and ran to the top deck to spot the commotion. After one crash of lightning, everything had went black.
You looked down at the anchor necklace her father had given her years before: the only memory she had of him. The wind blew the necklace around and her big floppy sun hat to float off her hair before quickly pushing it down. The teen quickly changed her mind and put the hat down on the sand, then took off her old, worn shoes. She put her feet in the water and played with the edge of her blue dress.
"Yousoro!” she woke up to the sound of a deep voice that was gradually getting louder as it approached where she had currently been living for the past couple of days. The spare room was quite cramped, but it could still fit simple necessities like a toilet and a twin bed. The girl could recognize that voice anywhere: her father and captain of the boat.
“Daddy,” You hopped off the bed and ran to her father, “are we there yet? At Ayashima?”
“My Yousoro, I think it’s gonna take a few extra days. Are you hearing the storm out there?” The teenager nodded as the howling of the wind and the pounding of the rain on the outsides of the ship. “We might have to redirect our route. Get some rest, sweetheart.” You nodded and went back to the twin bed. Despite the perfect conditions, for she liked listening to storms when she was falling asleep, she couldn’t get any rest. All that was going on outside was keeping her up. For the second time, she had hopped out of the bed again, put a tiny hair tie in her short, mousy brown hair, and ran to the top deck to spot the commotion. After one crash of lightning, everything had went black.
You looked down at the anchor necklace her father had given her years before: the only memory she had of him. The wind blew the necklace around and her big floppy sun hat to float off her hair before quickly pushing it down. The teen quickly changed her mind and put the hat down on the sand, then took off her old, worn shoes. She put her feet in the water and played with the edge of her blue dress.