Disclaimer:I do not own Alice in Wonderland, nor anything that has to do with the movie. But this idea, I do own.
Author's Notes:Please read and review. I hope you like it.
Lost In The Storm Of Madness
Chapter 1
It had been years, three to be precise, since Alice Kingsley had last visited Underland. Her life had changed drastically since then. In many ways she was still the same Alice she was those many years ago, but in others she was very different. Her hair, still full of blonde wavy curls, was cut down to her shoulders. Her blue eyes lacked a certain sparkle, and her smiles were less genuine as days passed by. There were times where the girl seemed to become herself again, the girl she used to be, but those times were rare. When she was not doing business half way across England with other countries, she had spent her time dreaming and hoping of a place where she could be herself, openly and freely.
The ship rocked along with the ocean waves, and Alice stood leaning against the border of the ship, simply observing. She sighed, a frown on her face. Behind her, she could hear calm, steady footsteps approaching her. Averting her head slightly, she saw a glimpse of the familiar clothed man through the corners of her eyes; Standing behind her was Lord Ascot.
"We'll soon be arriving in the ports of England, Alice" informed the older man, a soft smile on his face.
"Wonderful." whispered Alice, a smile forming on her lips.
The man nodded. Walking closer, he rested his arms against the edge of the ship. "What do you see?" the man asked after a minute of staring on silently with her.
Shaken from her thoughts, Alice asked "Pardon?"
The man explained, "You must see something - you've been staring on for quite some time now."
The girl's cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed. "Oh" she spoke.
Lord Ascot smiled at the girl. "The view from here is certainly captivating," he told her, "I can see why you like to look at it."
"Yes. I believe it is." Alice agreed, a true smile forming on her lips.
Suddenly the sound of frantic footsteps filled their ears, and the ship halted suddenly. Lord Ascot turned sharply to see a young man of about thirty years old dressed in a black and white suit stop in front of him.
Panting, the man held out a hand, silently asking for a moment to regain himself. Once the man was able to speak right, he exclaimed "I'm afraid I have some horrible news, Lord Ascot!"
"What is it, Fredric? Did something happen to my wife and son?" Lord Ascot asked, alarmed; his head was filling with horrible assumptions. In the background, Alice slowly tiptoed away from the men, before rushing towards her room.
The younger man shook his head, "No, no. Your wife and son are perfectly fine!"
Almost afraid of the answer, Lord Ascot asked in a low whisper "Then, what is the problem?"
"The captain says that a storm is approaching and soon" he explained, "We need to stop at the nearest land as soon as possible!"
"What do you mean a storm is approaching?" questioned the older man, observing the sky above. "The clouds look perfectly fine to me."
"But sir, the radio weather new cast said-" Fredric urged, frantically.
Dismissing whatever the man had to say with a wave of his hand, Lord Ascot said "The weather cast has been known to be wrong sometimes, you know?" He stepped closer to the younger man, "Tell the captain to continue east towards England." He walked on ahead of the man.
"But the storm!" pled Fredric, rushing to keep up with Lord Ascot's retreating form.
Lord Ascot halted in his steps, and without turning around, he spoke "This ship will not stop," he paused, "It will continue east towards England!" he said, his voice filled with such finality that it did not leave any room for argument.
Raising a finger, Fredric opened his mouth to argue once more, "Eh-" but he quickly shut it.
Lord Ascot glanced at the man through the corner of his left eye. "Now, I want you to tell the captain what I just said, and if he chooses to rebel against my orders, that he will have to talk to me personally."
Before walking away and towards the Captain's deck, Fredric mumbled "Of course, Lord Ascot..."
"Captain!" called out Fredric, glancing around the wooden deck for the captain.
"Over here!" the captain responded; the captain was a white haired man, and in his mid-fifties. The white haired man glanced up from where he stood holding the ship's steering wheel. "Fredric, did you tell Lord Ascot?"
Fredric nodded, solemnly. "I did."
"And?"
Fredric shook his head. "I'm sorry mate, I tried, really I did, but Lord Ascot is convinced that the weather won't turn dirty on us. He told me to tell you to keep on going east to England, and that if you disagree, you'd have to go to him personally." he paused before adding, "His words, not mine."
The captain sighed. Turning the wheel, he whispered "Let's hope for the safety of us all that the man is right…"
Author's Notes(CONT'D):
Well that right there is chapter one. I'll be working on chapter two now, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't review. You should know that reviews always help me.