Today on Wind Fish Revisited: Flashbacks abound!
--Chapter 2--
Perhaps this would be a good time to explain just who Marin and Tarin are, and as it were, what the hell is going on.
Only three years ago, Link had been sailing when his ship was struck by an enormous bolt of lightning. He had awoken to find himself in the house of Marin and Tarin, on an island called Koholint.
Here he slowly came to realize that the island was in fact the dream of a mysterious creature known as the Wind Fish - not only that, but the dream world was plagued by Nightmares - vile, shadowy creatures who caused the monsters of Koholint to become more aggressive, more dangerous...
Link had managed to slay the Nightmares, one by one, and then awoke the Wind Fish with a song on his ocarina. The dream world had faded and vanished, taking with it Marin, Tarin and everything else on Koholint Isle. As he'd watched, from a plank of his ruined ship, the Wind Fish sail, singing happily, through the sky overhead, he had been filled with a strange happiness and tranquility - but also, at the same time, a horrible, aching sadness; for all of Koholint had been forever lost.
Or so he'd thought.
----
All of this Link remembered, and more, as he sat alone, his head in his hands, in the guest bedroom of Marin and Tarin's house. How in hell was he back here, on Koholint? The Wind Fish, for all he knew, was on the other side of Hyrule.
Hyrule. Sigh. He could remember now details of the past few days. He'd finally announced his engagement to Zelda. Sweet, fair Zelda. He missed her terribly. He could remember having a party, a banquet, to celebrate their engagement. It had been a very good banquet - such was to be expected, as it had been paid for by the royal family. There had been delicious roasts, exotic fruits, superb desserts - and great wine. Lots and lots of great wine.
And so Link, quite drunk, had teetered unsteadily up to his room after the party, and passed out asleep on his bed.
That was where the beach came in. That, and the sand. And the hangover.
Oh, Zelda... Link missed her already. He wanted to be in her arms; he was in a dream instead. Somehow, even in the dream, he had a hangover.
And Marin. Marin looked - and sounded - exactly like Zelda. Her melodious laugh, her radiant smile... every detail was perfect, right down to the cute little birthmark under her lip. The only way he could tell them apart was that Marin didn't wear the traditional royal garb. When he'd first come to Koholint Island, he'd mistaken her for Zelda. At the back of his mind, he'd even fallen in love with her. Perhaps that's why he'd fallen for Zelda after his return to Hyrule.
But that was three years ago. He was marrying Zelda now. If, that is, he could get off this accursed island for a second time.
----
Link stormed out of the house carrying an axe. Marin, startled, asked, "Where are you going?"
"To the beach," growled Link. With one thing and another, he was in a foul mood.
"Why?"
"I'm leaving."
--Chapter 2--
Perhaps this would be a good time to explain just who Marin and Tarin are, and as it were, what the hell is going on.
Only three years ago, Link had been sailing when his ship was struck by an enormous bolt of lightning. He had awoken to find himself in the house of Marin and Tarin, on an island called Koholint.
Here he slowly came to realize that the island was in fact the dream of a mysterious creature known as the Wind Fish - not only that, but the dream world was plagued by Nightmares - vile, shadowy creatures who caused the monsters of Koholint to become more aggressive, more dangerous...
Link had managed to slay the Nightmares, one by one, and then awoke the Wind Fish with a song on his ocarina. The dream world had faded and vanished, taking with it Marin, Tarin and everything else on Koholint Isle. As he'd watched, from a plank of his ruined ship, the Wind Fish sail, singing happily, through the sky overhead, he had been filled with a strange happiness and tranquility - but also, at the same time, a horrible, aching sadness; for all of Koholint had been forever lost.
Or so he'd thought.
----
All of this Link remembered, and more, as he sat alone, his head in his hands, in the guest bedroom of Marin and Tarin's house. How in hell was he back here, on Koholint? The Wind Fish, for all he knew, was on the other side of Hyrule.
Hyrule. Sigh. He could remember now details of the past few days. He'd finally announced his engagement to Zelda. Sweet, fair Zelda. He missed her terribly. He could remember having a party, a banquet, to celebrate their engagement. It had been a very good banquet - such was to be expected, as it had been paid for by the royal family. There had been delicious roasts, exotic fruits, superb desserts - and great wine. Lots and lots of great wine.
And so Link, quite drunk, had teetered unsteadily up to his room after the party, and passed out asleep on his bed.
That was where the beach came in. That, and the sand. And the hangover.
Oh, Zelda... Link missed her already. He wanted to be in her arms; he was in a dream instead. Somehow, even in the dream, he had a hangover.
And Marin. Marin looked - and sounded - exactly like Zelda. Her melodious laugh, her radiant smile... every detail was perfect, right down to the cute little birthmark under her lip. The only way he could tell them apart was that Marin didn't wear the traditional royal garb. When he'd first come to Koholint Island, he'd mistaken her for Zelda. At the back of his mind, he'd even fallen in love with her. Perhaps that's why he'd fallen for Zelda after his return to Hyrule.
But that was three years ago. He was marrying Zelda now. If, that is, he could get off this accursed island for a second time.
----
Link stormed out of the house carrying an axe. Marin, startled, asked, "Where are you going?"
"To the beach," growled Link. With one thing and another, he was in a foul mood.
"Why?"
"I'm leaving."