Chapter 1:
*Ida's POV*
*5 years old*
Mommy awakens me from my slumber in her gentle, motherly voice. Each time that my eyes open to see her smiling face, the corners of my lips curl up. She will pick me up in her arms, singing me my favorite song.
"And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine"
"Did ye have a good slumber me daughter?"
"Yes I did Mommy," I smiled more, "I had this dream."
"What is da dream?"
"About this boy, but he's not from the books."
"Hmm, let's get ready for da day and we shall figure out da dream."
"Okay!"
Warm water pours over my small naked body. She helps me wash myself as my body dries. Mommy brushes my dark hair that falls down to my shoulder once I have my dress on. It's similar to what she wears. A sleeveless short to the knees brown colored dress with red fabric and fishnets.
The jewelry that protects me from negativity is being place one by one. First is the pair of earrings on my ears, then my neck, wrists, and ankles. Each are golden with gemstones that protects me from different reasons. Mommy makes sure they are big on me so I can grow into them as I grow up. Lastly, a small music box tied with a long piece of worn out string.
"Now Ida," she speaks with a smile, placing our morning meal before us, "what kind of dream did ya have with da boy?"
"I was on the sand, looking out to the beautiful sea when I feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around me. I look over to see a boy in early teenage years smiling towards me."
"Is that all he did?"
"Yes he did."
"Hmm that's very interesting daughter."
Mommy and I do speak differently because she wants me to speak the tongue of my daddy.
After eating, Mommy and I went outside to play at the beach. Collecting seashells and making shapes in the sand are always my favorites. Especially if Mommy let's me keep the shells.
Suddenly, the sky turns dark as a wave of anger surrounds us. When that happens, a storm is coming. It feels like a strong one. Mommy tries to grab me for our safety, but something pulled me to the deep water. I couldn't breathe and I'm really scared. My feet kicks up and down to the surface. Much needed air finally came into my small lungs.
"Mommy!" I scream out through the strong storm.
The waves repeatedly pulls me into the deep waters. As if it was blessing from the spirits, a small connew appear to me. I quickly get into it for my own safety. Soon the storm dies down to a simple rainstorm. Tears join in with the rain when I realized I don't see home at all.
I am very thankful that the jewelry Mommy gave me are still on me. My eyelids begin to close my tired, tearful eyes. I let me small, slender arms warm up my small body as I lay on my side to sleep.
Two days and two nights pass by slowly. Hunger growls in my tummy. Thirst dries my mouth. Eyes feel weird from waterfalls of tears. Heart seriously damaged from being away from Mommy. The only thing that keeps my positive spirits up is the music box around my neck.
"Father! Look!"
I feel scared when I hear an unfamiliar voice call out. A huge boat gently hits my boat. Strange objects grab it, raising me up to the top. My small body falls onto what feels like wood, resulting in a thump.
"Are you alright?" the same voice speaks again, but really close to me.
Looking up, a girl a little older than me stands before me. I back away from her still standing up, hitting the wood behind me. My eyes look at her up and down rather scared and confused. I was scared because I never seen her before and confused of what she is wearing. A long sleeved dress that went down to the ground, looking heavy on her. Also her hair is up in a weird way.
There's nothing to be afraid little girl," she smiles, kneeling before me.
There are more of them behind her, watching me.
"What's your name?" she asked another question.
"Maybe I can try," another voice speaks.
My eyes widen a little when I saw the owner of the voice. He too has similar look on his face.
"It's you," we both mumbled under our breaths.
The girl returns to the others while leaving the boy with me. He offers his hand, hoping to gain my trust. I stare at it for a few moments before accepting it. Something burst in our hands and our eyes meet. The top of my head goes up to the bottom of his neck.
"My name is James Norrington," he smiles to me, still holding my hand.
"Ida," I speak with a smile.
James's cheeks colors a red shade.