Have you ever stepped off of your bus at the wrong stop or made a wrong turn some where when you're driving? Suddenly you turn your head around and then you realize you don't know how you got there. You stare at the road and you think "i have no memory of this place." Then you pull out your cellphone/GPS/map and you find where you are "well that was a nice adventure."is my usual thought after going through something like this. "Getting lost is fun, you go on a little adventure, and you end up finding all these short cuts. Why, one time I got separated from Siri(my sister) and we both ..." I used to say when anyone would tell me their 'horror' stories about them getting lost. I truly believed that getting lost was fun, an adventure, something to laugh about afterwards, an extra story to tell people. That was my belief, still is my belief.
I don't consider myself lost right now, right now I am...Okay fine I'm lost. This is a different lost than usual though because I took the right turns and although I wasn't looking at where I was going the bus driver and all the other people who had gotten off on my stop had been paying attention. Now that I mention it where were all of those other people? Whatever the point is that I need to find out where I am, that is my first priority. I also need to find a place to stay for the night, I don't want to sleep on the beach and since the night had just turned to mourning suddenly, I'm guessing that I'm in a different time zone, therefore nowhere near home.
I looked around the beach noticing a forest "is that a forest or a jungle?"i thought trying to keep my mind off of my worries. the coast seemed pretty long but I could sort of make out a doc in the distance "it could be a big rock for all I know." as I walked along the coast, staying away from the forest (jungle) as I didn't want to get any more lost than I already am (and eventually die in a forest (I really can't tell if it's a jungle or not)). "even if it is a rock, if I just keep to the coast hopefully there will be a dock at some point." was what I thought as I strolled along the beach.
"TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVIN' SH.. OUT OF ME! THEY COULD CARE LESS AS LONG AS SOME OF THEM BLEED!...SING AWAY YOUR WORRIES REI! THERE IS NOTHING TOO FEAR!" i shouted to the empty beach as i cried anime tears "the only thing to fear is my own imagination..." i whispered as a blood thirsty lion, with a wild mane and scary looking teeth came walking out slowly from between two large pom trees. it's red eyes resting on the only tasty looking morsel in sight, or should i say only thing in sight. i stood there frozen, looking up at it in fear and awe as it walked towards me. towering above me it slowly stood up onto its behind legs and...
did the can-can.
"i have a very mean and stupid imagination." i said to the empty beach as i continued on my way
"Walking through town as most people would say, helps you relax. On these helpful words of wisdom I would simply like to say ....YOU SUCK!" I thought calmly as I struggled to get passed a group of children playing in the street. "do they want to die from being trampled on?!" I silently cried in my head.
As luck would have it, walking along the coast was a good decision, the dock I had seen was a rock but it was larger than I had originally thought and it blocked the real dock from my view completely.
Now for my first priority "how do I best find out where I am without looking like a retard for not even knowing the country?" I whispered under my breath(i knew it was a different country because of the different time zone).
While I looked for a tourist shop, I noticed how small the town was which started to worry me "does a town this small even have a tourist shop? It could just be a fishing town and there isn't a shop, then I have just been wasting my time, looking for a non existing place." I thought as I slowly gave in to a nagging voice telling me to 'risk looking stupid for our own survival!'
I looked around, but I had gone deep enough into the town that the only people around were busy women shopping at the market, and they looked so busy that they might not even bother to answer my questions, and those kids i had just passed, who also looked really busy at playing their makeshift soccer game.
Then I saw it, a run down old building that looked a little like an old western styled bar, with a rusty sign over head saying 'BAR'. "perfect" I breathed out in relief. No one would be in a bar at this time of day except the owner (maybe a couple of strays as well, because its open) and any place with a bar like this must be a tourist town.
I entered the building, the swinging doors squeaked behind me as I made my way to the bar. Sitting at one of the stools at the bar I looked around noticing tables full of men playing cards and or laughing and drinking, and thought "turns out there were a lot more people than I had expected in here".
While I was looking around, the bar keep saw me, gave me a huge smile and came over. "you new n' town?"he asked in a rough, accented voice, while leaning in front of me putting both of his hands on either side of him, on his side of the bar. "uh..yah, you can tell?" I replied hesitantly turning around to face him "what if he gets suspicious about how I got here. What if no boats come here? Why am I worrying over this?" I worried in my head as he scrutinized me.
he was a big guy around the middle and about 5''7 compared to me at 5"4 he was tall . he had a small brown goatee on his chin which didn't quite suit his features or round face. "Pirate?" he asked suspiciously. "...I'm sorry, what?"i asked. "Did I hear him wrong? I thought he said pirate."I thought looking at him strangely. He slowly straitened his back, making himself seem more intimidating as he buffed up his chest and folded his arms across it.
"You a Pirate?" he asked again in a much clearer voice. "okay, dispite his goofy look, I'm intimidated." I thought while trying to figure out if he was messing with me(i have always been pretty gullible). Deciding to take him seriously, as a joke of course, I said in my usual calm tone "No, should I be a pirate?".
At that moment suddenly the bar got a little louder and I noticed for the first time that everyone had stopped what they were doing to stare at me and hear my answer... why did they take their joke this far?
"sorry about that, SHAHAHaHahaha and being a pirate's all good fun we don't judge here!" he said in a loud voice with a laugh placing both of his hands back on the bar in their original position. "does he really think pirates still exist or something?" was my thought as I asked him my next question"If your okay with people being pirates what was with all the scaring tactics back there?" I asked in an exasperated tone.
"OH, the scaring tactics, SHAHAHaHahaha, this town is fine with pirates as long as they don't hurt or kill anyone. It does gets annoying when they damage things, but what can you do, they're free!" he said with a loud laugh that shook the place "if you were a pirate, the scare would just tell you not to mess around with anyone and to keep the peace. it's just our way of showing the pirates that we're tough and not to mess with us".
Okay...so he believes that it is normal to meet pirates, at bars in the middle of small towns(i would say the middle of nowhere, but for all i know its in the middle of anywhere. I at least want to know its name)."you're a funny kid, SHahaha, what's your name?" he bellowed out, still laughing at my reaction which he had found funny for some reason.
"my name's Rei. you?" I answered him, still a little pissed off that I had been fooled by him(Rei:5 World:3,947,856,986 I'm gullible, okay!). "The name's Tom, I'm the owner of this bar, nice to meet you Rei." he answered back with a smile. "you got a place to stay for the night? There isn't any Inn, as the town is so small, and since your new here I assume you got here by boat." he asked suddenly
"shit"was my first thought as I replied "uh, no I don't have a place to stay, I don't even know what this town is called, thanks for telling me about the inn situation though,. I have a feeling that if you had not told me now I would be out there till dawn trying to find one("what kind of town doesn't have an Inn? well if there is no Inn that explains why there wouldn't be a tourist shop"i thought).
On that note do you know of a place I can stay while I get my things in order?" I replied trying to distract him from my boat situation, and taking the chance to gain some information. " huh? You don't have a place to stay? Well that's unlucky, you can stay up in the attic of the bar, if you want. I never use it and there isn't anything important up there("does he think I'm going to rob him or something?" I took mild offence while I listened) just a spare mattress and some things.
You can pay me back by helping me out at the bar, or... are you any good at cooking?" he ranted at me. "yah I can cook." I answered him. "are you any good at cooking? He asks me... I LOVE cooking! Its my favourite hobby! I wanted to become a baker or a cook for the longest time!"i rambled on in my head as he continued to talk, completely forgetting my relief that he dropped the boat topic. "oh, good. Our current chef took a suprise month vacation and we need someone who can cook by tomorrow as its special night and I just found out how much the replacement sucked...oh yah you said that you didn't know the name of the town?! The town's called Folton village of Tran island, a fall island in the Grandline, welcome!" he bellowed finally answering my question.
"Folton village? Tran island? Grandline? My lack of geography skills has now come to bite me in the butt!"i freaked in my head while outwardly, I thanked Tom for his help while I left the bar in search of a library to look up 'Grandline' the word that seemed the most familiar. "well at least i got my top two priorities out of the way...ish( technically i still don't know where i am).
