word count: 100
parallel: nami
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an: originally, this mini-story was from my collection of drabbles, "Many Pieces", an ongoing collection of mine, but I thought, since these drabbles actually come together to create a story, as opposed to all the others that stand alone, I would create a separate story for them so that it's easier to read and navigate around. Check out "Many Pieces" if you like this, and please review!
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She is sick of clouds and sunshine and old men. She wants to go back to her dark waters and dry maps. She wants her nakama.
She's scowling, picking up the only thing that's keeping her connected to her oceans.
She pauses, eyes widening. Something like fear creeps into her stomach, balling up into an anxious knot.
She reads on, hands crumpling it.
When she's done she bows her head into the paper, tears stinging her eyes.
She grabs the first old man that walks past her by the front of his garb, frantic. "I need to get home. Now."