Heheh. Hi! This is my first fanfic so don't expect much! It's about David Jr.'s Diary. (the guy on Tingle Island from WW) I hope you like it No flames, thank you!
My Journal
By David Jr.
Day 1: I set sail, memories of my beloved father in my wake. At first, the bright sun and the calm waves lapping at my boat sent my spirits high. I sailed and even caught some fish for a quick snack. It started to get dark…my heart was still full of courage, but I guess you could say I was a little nervous. But I ended up dozing off anyway.
Day 2: I woke up to the raging ocean, tossing my boat back and forth as if the waves were playing tennis. I pulled down the sails, mad at myself for forgetting to do it earlier. The storm got worse and I was thrown off. My head must've hit a rock, because then there was nothing more than darkness.
Day 3: I woke up on a small island. It had some pretty flowers and grass…and in the middle of the island was a huge tower with carvings of fairies and moblins. I had no clue where my boat was. Then some freaky wacko in a tight green suit came up to me. "You're awake!" He shouted joyously. He threw confetti at me and I had to bite my tongue from laughing. I looked out into the water, longing for my precious boat. Then I saw my reflection and screamed.
Day 4: I was dressed up in a white… 'Tingle Suit' as Tingle called it. He made me get up the tower where a crank was. Another guy stood there, turning it so the top of the tower would spin. He stopped for a moment and waved. "Hi! I'm Ankle, Tingle's brother!" "Get back to work!" Tingle had scolded. Tingle told me about how I was his new…employee. Then he started making me spin the tower! The nerve! As I was told, there was a 24-hour shift with small breaks. I wanted to know what was in it for us. Tingle exploded. "Look around you! I'll shelter you and feed you! Not to mention you get paid! What more could you want!" I left the subject to that. I began to work.
Day 5: The cranking was tiring me out. I talked to Ankle for a bit. He seemed nice enough. He told me how Tingle had exiled Knuckle from this island and Tingle uses this island for a business. "What business?" I asked. "Deciphering maps." Ankle replied. "It's very expensive." This made my spirits rise. If Tingle were to get lots of money, maybe he'd split it with us?
Day 6: I hadn't seen any customers yet. I asked Tingle why we had to spin this when there wasn't a soul around to see. He denied me. "Of course there's someone around!" "Name some." I had him stumped. "Those guys…with the diver helmets…without…shirts…?" I snorted in his face and he threw me off the tower.
Day 7: I feel weaker, yet stronger now that I have been pushing this tower for days. Tingle seems to enjoy our labor. He is also quite obsessed with rupees. He once found one on the ground, worth 10 rupees and he was so happy the rest of the day, he gave us a huge break! Ankle got out an old fishing rod of his and we tried to catch us a meal. The rest of the day was quite enjoyable. Then later that night, Tingle told us that break was coming out of our salary.
Day 8: Ankle is a nice guy. He tells me so many stories. He told me how Tingle had been put in jail for stealing. I tried to imagine Tingle, locked in a cell, eating moldy mushrooms for days. This thought added a skip to my step and I felt I could push strongly. Then Tingle threw me off the tower cause he felt like it.
Day 9: Tingle uses his rupees for a lot of things. He is able to use Tingle Bombs on us. He gets more enjoyment from pushing me off the tower, though he does find it funny when I fall off the tower from a bomb explosion. He also uses this for a balloon he can use to fly…maybe I can use this to my advantage. He also wastes it on shields and craps like that. Also, a bit of potion stuff he calls 'Ting'…I once hurt myself, falling off the tower. He gave me some ting and shouted. "Drink…TING!" I puked.
Day 10: I was able to take a break that night, since Tingle was asleep early. I sat on shore, thinking of ideas that would enable me to escape. Then I saw blue flames in the distance…lights? Yes! The outline of a ship…a very faint outline at that…. The ship approached and I soon saw it was the rumored Ghost Ship. I waved my arms frantically, calling for help. Loud, creepy opera music rang in my ears as the ship pulled up. I swear, I could see ghosts on board. They were laughing at me. I shivered, although it was a warm night out. It was painful to know that I was a funny sight of entertainment to some ghosts. That ship was creepy…but not as creepy as the watchful eyes, glaring at me from Tingle tower.