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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.