The pirates were mean. I'm not talking about "that girl just ditched me for her boyfriend" mean or "insult the world, but never yourself" mean. I'm talking about "kill all the ladies here because they were under Circe's spell" mean. I remember it like it was only a year, two hours, and six seconds ago. Not that anyone's counting.
So one day this pretty blond chick who breaks her stereotype and her boyfriend, Sea Eyes comes to my Mom's little, old resort. Sea Eyes was kind of cute, but I could see that he and Blondie had a thing going on, so I didn't immediately introduce myself to them. The only thing that really struck me was that Circe didn't blow up the boy, Sea Eyes, to smithereens yet. She must have been toying with him. That's when the massaging stopped.
"Get your hands moving, and stop checking him out," I barked at the masseuse. My massage was at upmost importance. Not this dude. Circe would unfortunately attempt to deal with him later. I played back the event in my head.
Circe was stroking one of the Guinea Pigs. It was the dirty one with yellow teeth and a nasty attitude. And it was a boy.
"See, you don't need boys to rule you, Emily," Circe explained to me. The Guinea Pig snapped at her hands and she dropped it in to it's cage from a high distance. It squeaked in pain. The silence the squeak broke was enough for me to ask that one question.
"What if we're missing out on something?"
Circe's head snapped over to mine. "My daughter, Emily, what makes you even attempt to utter such a useless sentence? Men are all the same. They steal. They cheat. All they want is money and woman to be all over them. They are vain. Do we need such evils corrupting our lives?"
The answer was automatic. "No, mother. We do not need the evils." My two sentences felt danging to me. I was sure of it. The last boy that came seemed to be pretty nice and not evil. In fact, even Blackbeard was nice, and he is a son of Ares. He was just looking for a place to park his vessel when he slept for the night.
Circe continued on, "Besides, even if they happened to be nice, they would take you away from this beautiful resort. Who would want to leave? You can relax, hang out with friends, or simply have fun. What can you do off the island?" Her face turned cold. "Nothing. All the mortals worry about money and death. They don't worry about fun. They want to be the richest before they die. We don't die here. We don't have money issues here." Circe snapped her fingers and a bright ball of light flashed from her fingers on to the table we were sitting at. A platter of chocolate chip cookies appeared.
That's when I realized I knew what was missing from those sentences. I wanted the evils. Death was something I wanted to worry about. Death was something Circe was never going to experience. Death was a journey I wanted to take down in history. Death could never be explained for obvious reasons, so I would try it first hand. Circe was also never going to experience another relationship with any sort of boy. The very thought of boys sweetened the deal.
"That's right, Mom. I don't need boys or death," I said. A plan had already started forming in my head. I believe Hermes said he owed a favor. I knew exactly what was going to happen. This was going to be good. Really good.
AN/: Just started writing a fanfic again, after all of the other ones I wrote ended up to be something of a mixture between a mary-sue and the sounds of puppies being tortured. Yup. It was that bad. XD I think I'm going to make it a personal goal to finish this story. Count on it being updated. I do have a buttload of school work though. So don't count on the chapters being plentiful. Next chapter will be good. (I think.. xD) Please review and stuff. That makes me want to write more. -HINTHINT-
**Disclaimer: I own nothing.
I also corrected some grammar mistakes and potential confusing sentences.
-AnonyGirl