It was only a few months at sea, or so Alice thought.
Her mother insisted that she have a proper escort across the sea, and had handpicked Thomas Williams to do the job. Now, Thomas wasn't that bad of a guy, really. If you didn't count his obsessive and controlling nature, which he so chose to exert upon poor, dear Alice. She had hardly left her assigned room, which was assigned by Mr. Williams himself. Really. Alice was the proprietor of this voyage; she should at least be able to speak to her crew!
Mr. Williams had appoint, she could admit that. A crew of men that hadn't seen a woman in months was dangerous. But if Mr. Williams had let her out of her involuntary prison of a room, they would be seeing a woman everyday! Mr. Williams still declined, and kept her under lock and key, insisting that he be the only person to see dear Alice.
After incessant and desperate pleading, Alice was finally allowed out of her quarters, but stayed under the tight supervision of Mr. Williams. She finally was able to twirl and explore all she wanted. Dark storm clouds gather in the distance, but Alice paid them no mind and told everyone else to as well. She was having far too much fun for it to be ruined by a simple rain.
The squall came quickly and suddenly. Mr. Williams ordered Alice to her room, but she refused. Alice insisted that she needed to see how her crew worked in an emergency. For once, Mr. Williams let go of his leash and barked at her to stay out of the way. The rain was pouring heavily, sharp wave rocking the ship. The crew was in a flurry, tightening down everything in the ship. Alice went to the edge to watch the wave rock against the boat, when it suddenly bucked.
Alice lost her balance, flying overboard. People were shouting her name, but they grew fainter every moment. So, this was it. How the life of Alice Kingsleigh ended.
How boring. How utterly, completely boring drowning is for a death.
At this point, I am told to ensure you that Alice Kingsleigh does not, in fact, die. For at the moment before her death was to pass, she wished a wish. And I, knowing nothing behind the magic of wishes and blood pacts and promises, could only watch as she wished her last wish.
And wound up on the shores of the Crimson Sea, in Queast.
And how odd, that she would be found, by a quite mad fellow named Tarrant Hightopp.
I hold no personal grudge again Mr. Hightopp anymore than the next man who attempts to kill me in a such a way as he had for the past few years, probably waiting for something too, but I could see his face change as he saw the strange girl laying on the shores of the Crimson Sea and his intentions changed towards me instantly and I was obliged to help him in his wishes, for I quite like Alice Kingsleigh.
And so, Alice Kingsleigh lived and reunited with her Hatter.
How boring.