The Unexpected Path
I've had this story on my mind for quite some time now and I have bits and pieces of what I definitely want to write so bear with me. This is actually my first time writing stories since I was really little so I hope this turns out okay and I hope you'll enjoy it.
Chelsea
*Whoosh* I watched a patch of tumbleweed cross my path as I stood in the middle of an old deserted western town. It was around sunset and I was all alone. No one was in sight for miles. I had trouble breathing as my heart was beating a mile a minute.*Creeaaak* I quickly turned and spotted a swinging door and sighed in relief. "It's okay Chelsea, there's nothing here." I reassured myself. Still on edge, I slowly walked around. I walked into an old saloon and heard the floor creak as I stepped on it. As I walked past the bar, I heard and felt everything shake. I heard movement next to me so I turned and saw glasses flying off shelves toward me. My eyes widened and I stumbled backward as quickly as I could just barely missing the bar stools. My head started pounding tremendously and my heart beat out of my chest as I tried to catch my breath. "Holy crap! What was that?! Okay, calm down Chelse, maybe that was… an earthquake…..yeah that's it." "GET OUT!...NOW!" Shaking, I turned around. There was a man around the age of 50 glaring at me with short jet black hair hidden under a dark brown cowboy hat. He had a mustache and a lot of stubble. He had a gun pointed at me. Strangely he was transparent but all I was focusing on was his pistol. I backed up into a barstool and my breath got caught in my throat. "YA HEAR ME!? GET OUT OR I'LL SHOOT!" I stood there like a deer in headlights. *BANG*
"AHHHHHHHHHH"
My heart stopped for a second until I realized where I was, sitting at a work desk, staring at a pile of drool near the painting that was requested to me by a client. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank god! That's the last time I watch paranormal haunting while working on a request late at night!" You see, I'm an aspiring artist and my painting was of an old western wagon with cactuses surrounding it in the middle of a desert so I could understand why that was the setting in my drea….ahem….nightmare. "Yechh….." I wiped my face of drool and looked at my clock. 6:00 A.M. "Shit!" I rushed into the bathroom and took a ten minute shower, came back out, got dressed, put my artwork back in my suitcase, collapsed my easel and rushed out of my hotel room to check out.
Since my client is overseas, I have to travel by ship to deliver it personally. I prefer to give it to them personally because I don't trust my artwork being sent by mail, air fare or ship. When I first started my small business about a year ago, they lost it and I had to give my client a refund. They never had business with me again. I don't want to relive that so I have to catch my ship which leaves port at 7:00 A.M.
I grabbed a quick bite to eat and ran down the city streets as fast as I could because I didn't want to pay for a cab as I didn't have much money on me. I looked at my watch, 6:50. I looked up and saw the ship, relieved I was on time. I started to slow down and catch my breath as I walked up to the man at the ramp. "Ticket please." I reached in my pocket and grabbed my ticket. "Here you go…" He thanked me and I walked on. The man I saw earlier was apparently the captain and called out that he heard the seas may be rough today. I dismissed it and walked out to the front of the ship looking out at the cloudy sky in the distance. "I'm finally able to relax." I closed my eyes, took in a big breath, and smiled, feeling a slight breeze through my hair.
I walked to my cabin on the ship and sat on my bed. I searched for the papers telling me where to bring it to. "Sunny Island, huh? Sounds great to me!"
I fell back asleep and awoke to hear the whistling wind and the waves crashing up against the ship. I began to feel somewhat seasick from the rocking.
Captain
"Man, the seas are getting really rough. I'd better notify passengers to stay in their rooms." I picked up the intercom and spoke into it, "Everyone, this is your captain speaking. The storm has arrived. Do not panic and stay in your rooms until further notice. It's not safe to stand on open deck."
Chelsea
"Everyone….captain speaking. (Whooosshhh)…..arrived. Do not…(Crash)….(Whirrr)….in your rooms…(Crash)…..on open deck." I scrunched up my face trying to hear the captain. What I thought I heard was, 'Everyone, your captain speaking. We've arrived. Do not leave any of your belongings in your rooms. Exit on open deck.' "Sweet, we're here!" I grabbed my stuff and walked on the deck. I looked up and saw we were still out at sea and that the deck was soaking wet. I was just about to rush back into my room when the ship tilted forward and caused me to slip. I fell on my back and staggered trying to get back up. Somehow the quick tilting of the ship made me dangerously close to the water's edge. I panicked and tried to stand up as quickly as I could but forgot there was a railing there and bumped my head. I fell back down and passed out, unconscious, still clutching my suitcase.