Plus I had absolutely nothing to do today because i couldn't study for my final so I decided to write what I could remember judging on the beginning of the movie. (I think I made it a bit different. .especially considering I haven't seen the movie in two years. -_-) So here it is!
A soft haze hovered over the calm waters of the harbor. The water was lapping peacefully, incessantly at the shore on that cool day in March. The sun had yet to gain the strength to penetrate the white fog that rolled over and stretched across the land. It curled around the tiny sleepy town, the soft swaying boats, and the large green trees struggling to spread their leaves for the opening of spring. The sea air was chill, but not biting. It nipped playfully at citizens of the town, reminding them that it was not yet time to throw off sweaters and large fluffy coats. The year was 1885, and as shown throughout history, times were changing drastically.
The town of Waterbrook was in the thick of it all, although the citizens remained drawn from change, and were, for the most part, held tightly within the confinement of old fashioned ideas. Being a town entirely dedicated to the business of boating, they had managed to stay up with the times and knowledge of what was going on in the world. As, Boats were the fastest way of travel and the fastest way of information. If something happened any where in the world, they were some of the first to know, yet liked to remain as pretenders of ignorance, and tried to keep the excitement in their lives down to a minimal, and thus extremely boring.
Not all citizens were like this, there were those like a certain wouldbe sailor man known only as Mac, who desired adventure, and the young girl that followed him around, Serena Tuskino who desired nothing more than to find her father. Mac found comfort in Serena's company because she had known adventure, the one thing he desired more than anything in the world. Adventure was a fleeting vision held before his greedy wanting eyes. It dashed here and there tempting him with fantastic places that only seem to be told of in fairy tales, but as the man reached out to tangle his fat grubby fingers into the vision, it disappeared without a warning, leaving him only with a greater hunger than before.
Serena's father had been a great sea captain, who supposedly had died long ago. Some older members of the town still remembered when the captain left her at Waterbrook to become a refined lady. He had promised to return in two years. She had swung on a rope from the Captains strong ship and landed as graceful as a cat onto the dock. Her hair had gleamed a brilliant silver gold in the sunlight, her eyes were as deep as the deepest ocean and blue as a peacocks neck. Her body was lithe and was promising that she would fill out to become a most beautiful lady. She had earned her education until the two years had passed and her father had never shown himself. It was presumed the man was dead but Serena had refused to believe it. The school, having not received pay threw her out.
The town pitied her, which she despised and soon she began to follow Mac. She didn't mind the fact that she had become leaner than she should have been, her face had become smudged and dirty. Her hair needed to be brushed and her clothes became ragged and worn. She didn't care. Mac seemed to be the only one who would trust her when she said that her father was alive. This was mostly because Serena offered the man tales of the far away places, of pyramids and pirates and volcanoes. These two lived on the outskirts, rejected by those of the town who demanded to remain within the safety of the boundaries of the town, rather than dare to dream of a far off land.
On that day in March, a new ship slowly crawled into the Port, its high masts standing proudly against the sky; its sails were roped down as it drifted in. The flag flapped gracefully within the gentle salty sea breeze, snapping here and there. It was a beautiful ship, made of the finest wood, painted in a glorious black, it appeared to have about three decks. It looked like it could be fast if necessary, but right now it was slow and proud as if walking in a parade, waving towards everyone who feasted their eyes on the sight. The townspeople, who knew a good ship when they saw one, could tell this was of the best workmanship. It had not been pieced together as a couple of pieces of wood and cloth, but seemed sculpted from a loving hand. A true work of art.
Serena and Mac had been sitting by the waters when the ship rolled in, and were the first to see the ship as it came in. Serena's deep blue eyes gleamed in anticipation. Perhaps it was another great captain who could tell her the whereabouts of her father. Instead, she saw a lowly servant walk into the town and her hopes were dashed yet again.
Each day it became harder and harder for her to believe that her father still was alive, and still loved her. She clung desperately to the small strand of hope left. Serena left Mac open mouthed and wide-eyed, staring at the ship. His chipped teeth were showing which only added to his comical look in the first place. She snuck up silently towards the boat and pressed against the ramp as she heard voices talking.
"Prepare the party, we must see if this was the town-" a gentle deep voice murmured.
"Yes sir.. permission to speak sir?"
"Granted.." Came the voice again.
"Why are we in this town, it is sure the Captain Tuskino would not be here?" Serena's eyes widened in shock. Tuskino? Did that man say Tuskino? Her father? What did they know of it? Had she heard incorrectly? No! It had to be her father they were talking of! But why? She leaned closer towards the voices, straining her ears to catch a few more lines of the conversation, it seemed they had moved away from a window and were now only soft murmurs. She leaned even closer, only to lean too far and fell straight into the water with a loud SPLASH.
Damn it all!. She broke the top of the water and gasped for air before ducking under the dock to dodge the searching eyes of the crewmembers who had come to find the source of the splash. Her heart was beating rapidly and she was sure anyone within the nearest 3 miles could hear it. The sound roared loudly within her brain and she tried to keep her breath silent and calm. What did these men know of her father? What sort of relationship did they have with him? Who were they? Did she know them? She didn't care what would happen, but she would find out EXACTLY why her fathers name was mentioned. She had to find out who these people were.
Darien Shields, the young son of the Professor Theodore Shields stared out through the haze at the town of WaterBrooks What was his father thinking when they had sailed into port here? What had his father expected to find? Certainly this wasn't South America, certainly it did not hold the secrets to the whereabouts of the Captain Tuskino. And it definitely didn't have any sort of adventure or anything. Why on EARTH was Theodore Shields insisting on throwing a lavish party upon the boat for the rich and important elite group of the town. What good would it do? What did THEY know? His father may appear to be intelligent in front of others, but Darien sometimes thought him to be some what of a bumbling old fool. He did love his father deeply and entirely, it was just.. sometimes Professor Shields reasons for doing anything were not apparent, and the professor would never let on to exactly what he was thinking. It bothered Darien grately, especially considering that 99% of the time the things his father did that seemed to be the most unimportant, stupidest idiotic actions one could take, always turned out to, in actuality be the most important. Darien rolled his eyes in annoyance at the town, he couldn't believe this sort of town. He'd bet every nickel he had that even the women were disgustingly boring and average. Pruning and clucking around like chickens. He'd eat his shoe if even one of them turned out to even look halfway decent compared to some of the exotic beauties he had already seen and gotten to know.. rather intimately.
It was a well known fact amongst the crew of the ship that the professor's, whose ship it was, son had an undeniable way with the ladies. It was no surprise when one saw the tall taunt muscled form. The strong tanned arms, the well built chest and the dark unruly black hair. But it was his eyes that drew women in like hens to a rooster. They were the color of the ocean, secretive, fathomless and beautiful. His face was unreadable and one could never tell what he was thinking. One could take a look at his father and immediately know where he got his wonderful features, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that Darien would turn out as handsome as his father when he became older. The professor's eyes though, were a lighter color and much softer, there were laugh lines. His spectacles gave his face the appearance of extreme intelligence. His body though becoming old was still limber and strong. It was believed he was as much of an Adonis as his son was in the days of the Professor's youth. Darien squinted and peered out towards the only two human beings that weren't part of the crowd gathering by the boat. They were too far to get an extremely good look at. One seemed to be an old man who seemed to be laughing hysterically, clutching as his stomach and leaning against a rock. The other had just pulled himself out of the water and looked to be a young boy about Darien's age. Darien's eyebrow raised as the two turned to look at the ship, the young boy waving his hands around in what appeared to be great excitement. Immediately Darien did not trust those two. Something seemed a bit wrong and he promised to himself to keep a close eye on them.