~(O)~
The captain made his way below deck, minding each step he took was as quiet as a large man in boots on the wooden steps of a ship could make. Fair weather, calm seas...a quiet night, the man mused.
Though he more than knew that the other passenger aboard was wide awake. He adjusted his coat and entered the cabin room.
And sure enough, the little girl inside was still wide awake, bouncing on the bed, swinging her wooden sword and pretending that the mound of pillows was a pirate, and that she was cutting it to ribbons (bringing out a chuckle from the man as she proceeded to get buried in pillows).
"Lass? be a bit late t' be fightin' a pirate?" he said as he saw the girl's head emerge from the pillows.
"Arrr, never too late t' fight pirates, papa!" the girl said, imitating the man's accent, which brought around a booming laugh from the captain as the small girl giggled, grinning at her father as he sat on the edge of the bed, moving the extra pillows out of the way with his hand. "A'right, lass...time fer you t' ship off t' bed."
"Awwh....do I have to, papa?"
"Yes. We'll be at th' island by mornin', and yer mother will have me head if she found ya still 'wake by the time we reach shore."
The little girl had given a pout, but she had adjusted herself and gotten under the covers of the bunk, her father tucking her in. Though, after a few moments, a look of curiosity crossed her face. her short, snow-white hair began framing her pudgy little cheeks as she puffed them out, deep in thought.
"Papa?"
"Yes, lass?"
"I had another dream again, th' other night." She said, her hands twisting the blanket. The man raised a bushy eyebrow.
"Was it 'bout the brown haired lass again, sweetheart?"
He was even more intrigued when his daughter shook her head no, the ends of her snow white hair bouncing from side to side as she did.
"I dreamed I was waitin' for a ferry to come, at the island's docks....I dunno why...but I was..."
And with that, the young seven year old began telling her father about her dream, in the best way a girl her age could.
It was gloomy and foggy, the mist at the edge of the dock so thick, a knife could cut through it. all the Little girl had on her was her wooden sword, and a ticket in her pocket. She had waited patiently for a ferry boat to arrive--where it would take her, she had no idea.
But she soon found she wasn't alone in waiting.
Someone had stood beside her. They were much bigger and older than she was--they had their hands in their pockets, a hood on their coat up and over their heads. She couldn't see their face clearly, but they weren't threatening or ominous. They had waited in silence, next to the little girl, until the ferry boat had arrived. They seemed a little panicked, as if they lost their ticket.
She had pulled out hers from her pocket and gave to them, which they took after a few moments. In exchange, she had received the stranger's own ticket, which she felt in her own pocket.
She didn't board the ferry, because when she looked at the new ticket in her pocket--
"--then I woke up...." She said, scrunching her face. "there was somethin' on the ticket...it was written in...k...k...k...k..."
"Kanji, lass?"
The little girl nodded. "Kahngee, yeah! but it was soo blurry...."
The captain's brows furrowed in thought. "I see. I reckon ye dreamt 'bout th' future! Stories say that if ya dream 'bout somethin' or someone ye never seen before, waitin' alongside ya for somethin', 't means you'll meet 'em one day. You may have had a dream 'bout yer destiny, lass."
little sapphire blue eyes held a light of confusion. "My d....d.d...des....desteeny, is waiting for a ferry?"
The captain laughed as he kissed the girl's cheek. "Don't stress yerself over it, lass. Good night, Little Pheely. 'll see ya at th' break o' dawn."
With that, he left the cabin, blowing out the lantern light as the girl settled her head into her pillow, and fell asleep, unknown dreams awaiting her as she did.
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There was bright, blinding light at first, panic filling her body as it began to brace itself for the worst.
All she could remember was the distressed horror on his face before the light--and then the darkness--flooded her vision. Her body went numb after that, as if she was briefly suspended in space, frozen by time.
There was bright, blinding light at first, panic filling her body as it began to brace itself for the worst.
All she could remember was the distressed horror on his face before the light--and then the darkness--flooded her vision. Her body went numb after that, as if she was briefly suspended in space, frozen by time.
Ophelia hadn't opened her eyes yet, but as she returned to consciousness, she could feel a splitting headache coming on, a loud ringing noise filling up her hearing before it began to die down. What had followed was muffled voices--distant, almost as if she was underwater, and almost sounding garbled.
"What happened....where am I?" sounded the girl's inner voice, her head in a fog and her vision still dark and blinded.
"I guess the first step to figuring out this mystery is to open my eyes."
With that, Ophelia began to open her eyes, wincing at the sudden light flooding them, her vision adjusting. For a moment, everything was a strange, colored blur, before she had found herself staring at a ceiling.
She was in a house? It couldn't be her own. In all honesty, she knew what her ceiling had looked like, and she was not staring at her own ceiling.
Maybe it was Webs' house. That had made sense--she must've passed out from something (from what, she couldn't remember), and Webs took her to her house to recover, and let her rest on the couch.
She sighed, leaning back as everything came back into focus for her.
She wasn't expecting to see a pair of round, brown-hazel eyes looking down at her when she leaned back.
Correction -- she wasn't expecting to see the young boy those round, brown-hazel eyes were attached to looking down at her when she leaned back.
Ophelia had bolted right back up, unfortunately causing a collision with her forehead and the boy's, resulting in both recoiling and holding their heads in a wincing manner as she sat upright and scooted away from where she originally leaned.
"Jeez, what do you have, a skull made of lead...?" the boy mumbled as he rubbed his face, unaware of the look of shock that was now evident on Ophelia.
And Ophelia's mind began reeling.
"This isn't my House!"
"This isn't Webs' house!"
"This shouldn't be possible!"
"Oh my god."
"Oh my god!"
"OH MY GOD!"
"...You okay, lady?"
The Lucky Cat Cafe was then filled with one loud, terrifying scream.
"What happened....where am I?" sounded the girl's inner voice, her head in a fog and her vision still dark and blinded.
"I guess the first step to figuring out this mystery is to open my eyes."
With that, Ophelia began to open her eyes, wincing at the sudden light flooding them, her vision adjusting. For a moment, everything was a strange, colored blur, before she had found herself staring at a ceiling.
She was in a house? It couldn't be her own. In all honesty, she knew what her ceiling had looked like, and she was not staring at her own ceiling.
Maybe it was Webs' house. That had made sense--she must've passed out from something (from what, she couldn't remember), and Webs took her to her house to recover, and let her rest on the couch.
She sighed, leaning back as everything came back into focus for her.
She wasn't expecting to see a pair of round, brown-hazel eyes looking down at her when she leaned back.
Correction -- she wasn't expecting to see the young boy those round, brown-hazel eyes were attached to looking down at her when she leaned back.
Ophelia had bolted right back up, unfortunately causing a collision with her forehead and the boy's, resulting in both recoiling and holding their heads in a wincing manner as she sat upright and scooted away from where she originally leaned.
"Jeez, what do you have, a skull made of lead...?" the boy mumbled as he rubbed his face, unaware of the look of shock that was now evident on Ophelia.
And Ophelia's mind began reeling.
"This isn't my House!"
"This isn't Webs' house!"
"This shouldn't be possible!"
"Oh my god."
"Oh my god!"
"OH MY GOD!"
"...You okay, lady?"
The Lucky Cat Cafe was then filled with one loud, terrifying scream.
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