10th October 2013 Thursday
Day 283
Another fear chapter, and for once I have time to write a decent chapter. Now, let's see if I can actually think of a plot for…Bream's fear. (short because only one small idea comes to mind.)
I'm going to have to make them all nightmares because I don't know how else to bring the fear scenario in.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show…meh, they can't all be winners.
Bream stood helplessly on the pier as a squabble occurred out at sea. The rusty fish-shaped ship frolicked against the huge force of the Imperial Water Scorpion, creating a scene where the daughter could only watch on in horror at the sight.
The ship creaked and splashed for one final time, sinking with a gurgle down to the depths of the ocean. The sound travelled across the now flat ocean landscape, landing on deaf ears as Bream allowed her eyes to fill with tears as she mourned for her loss.
Her father, Threadfin the fisher, went the way of a true sailor; down with the ship. If only she had more time. If only the Hamilton Habitat crew were here to help.
"Dad!" she called out, though she knew it was helpless. Once those ships reached a certain point in the ocean, the pressure would be too much for the craft to handle.
A loud sob was released from the girl all alone. "Dad!"
The swarm of Nepedo's advanced towards their industrial island; a school of fish close in front as prey, leading them closer. The girl ran for it, if only to warn the rest of her town about their impending doom. It didn't matter, there was no escape from their island anyway.
"Oh!" Bream awoke with a start, gasping for breath. Her gaze quickly flicked to her window, noticing the sunlight streaming in to her window. She sighed in relief, realising it was all a dream.
"Morning," Tung greeted her as he walked in to the room, a plate covered by a cloche in his hand. The girl smiled at him, pulling her legs closer to herself so he could take a seat at the end of the bed.
"You have no idea how much I need this," she said with a whisper in her voice. "I just had the worst dream."
"Well, forget your dream with your own continental breakfast," he beamed up at her. His hand hovered over the dome, removing the cloche in one swift motion.
Bream didn't try to stifle her scream as she shouted, throwing back the blanket and sprinting out of the room. Tung looked down at the large fish on the plate, furrowing his brow.
"But I thought you'd like it," he shouted in her direction, but she was already out of the room. Casting his gaze left and right, he ensured that the coast was clear before pursing his lips down to the fish, sucking it down in one swallow.
R&R!