The Master of Tides

Chapter 9

A/N: Bad news everyone. Or good news. I don't know. My parents here in this world found out about this story and this account. I hope that they don't block this because it is on my laptop, and it is the only thing that knows the password to my account. If I can remember it and I WILL NOT TELL YOU LOT! There, I got my point across again. I don't own Doctor Who nor Moby Dick though this is turning out to be so much more. I need help on where to put this in which fandom section. It's more Assassin's Creed IV Black Flag than Moby Dick. Oh, I don't know JUST HELP ME!? Stupid blackout not letting me work on this for two days...

9/18/14: I can't do this on my laptop, because NOW I can't get on without getting a black screen whenever I log on it. This is being done on the desktop...Discreetly. And I found a printed version of Moby Dick in a English 11R textbook. It's not the full story...

I went to my room, head pounding, and grabbed a nice reddish shirt, with black pants and a hat. It was the only hat that mother would not destroy and shoot off of dad's head. I dressed in this and walked out of the room and off the ship. "I'm not going to run. It's going to cause my head to hurt more." I mumbled to myself, "Fire, I need fire. To heal my hurt. To ease my pain, well at least allow me to find a butcher's." Since I never did a viewpoint here. To find the butcher's shop, I need the map of the town in my mind. I can easily do that when I see the town from somewhere up high, but the only way I could is to climb a very tall building. With this headache, I won't be able to climb and synchronize the view, so I needed to clear my head just enough to climb clearly. I walked out to the docks and walked all the way into town, using my hide-in-plain sight skills. I wanted a fire, so I went to the beach, to make a fire out of sight. "Here's goes nothing." I said, placing the last firewood down and lit it. The blaze shot up, and I stuck my hand in it and absorbed the flames. I felt the flames coursing through my veins, healing the lesions in the blood vessels and the dulling my headache. I felt the headache easing away, so I drew my hand out of the flames and kicked sand on the flames, dousing them. I then started running, through the street, and into an alleyway. I faced a wall and ran up it, grabbing the ledge. I pulled myself up, and looked around with my vantage point for the highest building in town, preferably one with a bird circling it. I saw it, a towering clock tower, like Big Ben, with the perch to view the whole town. "Got it." I said, glad that I found the viewpoint. I start running towards it, leaping rooftop to rooftop to the clock tower. I ran off to the wall and grabbed a foothold, then started climbing the tower. When I finally reach the top, I take in the surroundings, etching the layout of Fair Haven into my mind, basically synchronizing the view. I spotted a butcher's somewhat past the alleyway I started in, and I looked down and saw a haystack to do a leap of faith into. I leaped off the building, straightening my pathway down, then two-thirds down I flipped and had my back hit the hay. When I landed, I rolled out and ran towards the street. I got to the street and went to the butcher's shop. "Um, excuse me sir, but what is your selection of meat?" I asked the butcher in a fake British accent.

He laughed heartfully and said, "Well lassie, we have the finest cuts in meat in 5 miles. We have pork, cow, lamb, and fish. What is it you are looking for?"

I said again in the fake accent, "What cuts can feed a ship full of people? I come from the ship Spontaneous Me."

"Ah, I see. You're getting tired of having the same thing everyday, so you came down to get something different!" The butcher understood my reason why somewhat.

"Somewhat like that. Now the meat. What's the biggest size you have?" I asked nicely. The butcher showed me the biggest cuts of meat he had, and I chose a beef steak that was big, thick, and heavy. I paid for it and used both hands to pick it up and carried it out of the shop. Who else was I run into but N. He was surprised that I was carrying a huge cut of meat and didn't recognized me at first sight.

"What are you doing, Hannah, and why are you dressed like that." He asked sincerely.

"Oh I'm getting meat for the captain and the whole ship. I thought, why not? And Lindsey's sick, I think." I explained, "And the clothes my mother got for me to wear as a way to hide in plain sight."

"Your captain, sick? That's sad." N said, showing sympathy.

"She was thrown off a cliff into cold water. I jumped in after her. I have a headache, which was pounding earlier but I dulled it the only way I could, but it's temporary. It's slowly coming back." I deadpanned. The pounding was coming back, as the confusion.

N eyes widen, then asked, "Can I help you with that meat?"

I nodded, and we both carried it to the ship. I said, "This is the Spontaneous Me. It's smaller than my parents ship, but I love it all the same. I like to be on a ship, all the same. Nice way to fall asleep. And am I rambling? I get that from my dad."

"I would like to listen to whatever you have to say." N said honestly.

"No you don't. I will talk about things that never even happened, science that doesn't exist yet, solve problems in record time." I said, solemnly, "You don't know what's it like to be smarter than everyone else around you. I more clever than everyone around me, like my dad."

He looked at me and said, "So am I. I see the world differently than others. I see the black and white of everything. I can see colors fine, but the truth and ideals of this world are in black and white."

I stared at him and then finally said, "It's not just black and white, it's full of greys. You don't see what I can. I can see sounds and hear shapes, tell if someone is to be trusted, someone who can not be trusted and who are innocent." Describing my eagle vision.

"How?" He asked.

"Eagle vision. That's what they call it. Had it all my life. Some people don't have it, some people have to train it, while some people have it instantaneously from birth. It gets weaker every generation, unless you have 'selective breeding' of the trait. I hate you, Juno." I explained, "Oh, here we are, the door. Thank you very much for helping me, but I can take it from here. See you later, or tomorrow, N. And watch out for my mother. She will be here today or tomorrow."

I waved N off and then went down to the gulley. The chef made stew and I grabbed two bowls, one for me and one for Lindsey. Her door was open a crack a I left it, and saw Gavi and Drew waiting for me. "Is she sitting up like I asked?" I asked Drew and Gavi. They both shook their heads yes and I said, "Then off with you. Make sure Audrey does not get in trouble." They went off and I knocked on the door. "I said that I was going to get meat, and I did. The chef made stew with it."

"Then bring it here! Those two wouldn't let me get up!" Lindsey said from the other side.

I opened the door and said, "With good reason. You had a pounding headache like me, and when I woke up, I was somewhat delusional. And I couldn't walk straight. I told your daughter that my internal steering was off. She was very confused about that statement."

Lindsey held her head and said, "You're rambling again. They kept me confined."

I laughed and said, "Well, they didn't want falling all over like I was when I ran over to you by Audrey's concern. How could freezing cold sea water cause a blinding headache and disorientation? I don't get that."

"Rambling. And i don't know. What time is it?" Lindsey asked.

"Eleven Thirty. Eat." I said, thrusting the bowl of stew at her. She took it and we both ate.

A/N: FINALLY! This Chapter is done! I have one more allready written, but it is not the next one. I'll be putting it up from Google+ Drive. Please Review!