Disclaimer: I do not actually use any characters in this story that are not mine. HAH. Take that. But I will in the next chapter, and after that. So, y'know, they aren't mine.
Oh, and sorry about the whole Mary-Sue thing. I can't help it. (You'll see.)
1-Family Trip
Anita Heathers. She is tall, blonde, and witty. She is also the heroine of this story. Or, perhaps more accurately, she is the victim.
Currently, she stands in the belly of the ship Boutique, thinking about the oddness of the name as she becomes most thoroughly unfed. While in the past, she had regarded herself as invincible to most things, as children are oft to do, and this long list included seasickness. In fact, she had felt the best when it came to that—she couldn't think of anything better than a large wooden object floating in the sea just waiting to be struck with something and hit bottom.
Of course, when her friend parsed it that way, her response was simple. "Don't you know ships are all made of metal these days?" she had responded.
Her eyes are puffy, though she wouldn't dare to let anyone know she had been crying, and her face is still stained from the residue of her tears.
But that is now. The story to come is extremely boring; wouldn't you rather hear about what has already happened? It is much more entertaining, I assure you. Oh, you do want to hear it? Good. I thought that might be the case. It ought to be, anyway.
It had started, a bit similarly, on another boat, hunched over quite a similar bowl, becoming, even then, quite thoroughly unfed. For despite the conditions and her former beliefs, Anita was not in any way immune to the sickness brought on by the rocking on the boat.
Still, despite the bile rising again and again, she was laughing, adding even more rocking and heaving as she drew herself breathless, tears in the corners of her eyes from the force of it. She could feel them, even then. They quivered.
Her mother kept talking, barely able to keep the giggles out of her voice. Anita would usually have laughed a bit and moved on, but the current conditions had caused a rise in the spirits of everyone. They were going to Ireland.
This was something Anita Heathers, Skulduggery Pleasant fanatic and a girl in love with all things Irish (accepting, perhaps, the boys—she only really cared about the skeletons, after all) had long awaited for. And, well, there wasn't anything she was going to worry about as they neared Dublin.
Dublin! Home of Derek Landy, yes, and the city where Anita hoped—hoped and even dared to believe—that she would find the skeleton detective of his works. And, yes, the wonderful Valkyrie Cain, too. Irish could describe the city, and, as such, she loved it with no other knowledge. After all, she had taken the description of Irish to be nearing the wonder and amazement of divine.
So as she returned to the deck and leaned against the railing just in time to see the boat docking at harbor, still wiping tears from her eyes and fighting back her giggles, it was no wonder that she let out a sigh, in one breath expressing her joy and the longing that had plagued her for what had seemed like centuries, whispering something that the wind immediately snatched from her lips.
A/N: Sorry if I did this wrong. I dunno how to do these things. This is my first fanfic. They are always with Mary-Sues. Sorry, but I can't help it. But won't you guys agree that Lord Vile, Skulduggery, Darquesse, and Kira count as Mary-Sues? Oh, and there are ways to kill her...and keep her dead. Sorry. Not likely. Although very, very possible. But not until I get you all nice and attatched. So, please review!