'Tis super short because I hate first chapters with a burning passion.
The waves crashed lightly upon the shore in steady repetition. It was a natural constant that was considered a lullaby by many. To the young woman sitting on the sand, it was also a reminder. Time was running out, and she had already done all she could. She pushed golden locks behind her ears as a humorless chuckle escaped her lips.
It had been years since she had suddenly 'disappeared'. She was there and gone in a bright flash, as her family had put it. That day had been similar the this one, she mused, sunny and bright on a hidden shoreline.
"What happened? Where did you go?" They asked once she had returned. She didn't lie to them per se. She simply told them she wasn't quite sure, which was probably the sanest answer she could give. Her family cried for honesty, telling her it would be okay and that everything was fine. That whoever it was couldn't hurt her anymore.
"I'm not quite sure." She would repeat. "But they never hurt me." No one ever believed her. With scars she couldn't explain littered across her body, she couldn't really blame them.
Eventually, with little to no answers, those involved wrote it off as amnesia and left it at that; to which she was very grateful. The last thing she wanted was to end up in the nuthouse with her cousin Hannah. Then there would be even less chance of returning.
In all honesty, Gwenyth couldn't remember the exact details of the actual disappearance, or how she had gotten to that place. If she could, she would have tried to replicate it at least one thousand times by now. However, everything after was practically clear as crystal in her mind. After all, who could forget their time in another world?
She smiled. "...And as a pirate, no less?"
I don't think I've ever written a story where I actually like the first chapter... Probably because I'm always so out of practice whenever I start a new story... *deep sigh*
