The Island of Light
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At the third quarter of the moon, the Good Ship Miya' Tana arrived at the ominous Rock Ring of Doom, the rocky reefs that protected the Island of Light and inhibited travelers. Link surveyed the situation with a wary eye; he didn't want to risk the safety of the captain and crew, but there did not seem to be any way past the dangerous rocks jutting up from the sea.
"That's a right fine problem there, eh?" Lance remarked casually, adjusting the spyglass and peering into it intently. "Ah, curse the dark, I can't see a bloody thing. We'll have to wait 'til mornin', matey."
"It'd be suicidal to try to navigate through that in the dark. I don't see any place the Miya' Tana could fit through," the Hero of Time responded worriedly. "We didn't come all this way to be dashed on the rocks."
" 'Course not; if me father can't find a way through, we'll just take the gigs," the sailor replied cheerfully, indicating the small boats strapped to the starboard (right) side of the vessel. Link nodded; they might have a better chance with the boats, but...
"What about the crew of the Miya' Tana? We could be more than several weeks, and they don't have enough supplies to last that long."
"If we take too long, matey, I'll tell him to return to Fire's Eyes to stock up, then come back here," shrugged the Kreyan/Aquarian. "We may have to spend a few more days on the island, aye, but 'tis better than a mutiny on a ship, says I."
"Right... We'll leave first thing in the morning." Lance peered through his spyglass again, and shook his head, though not in contradiction with Link's statement.
"Hmmm... blow me sails if'n I don't see some lights on that island... You think people live there, matey? I told... Sheik that there'd prolly be people there, but it fazes me t'think that others live here. I mean, how did they get here? I dun understand it."
"We'll find out tomorrow, if we're lucky," Link replied slowly, turning to head to the cabin for sleep.
"If we get to the Temple of Life, Link, you're not going in," Miyako said, surprising the other two men. He turned on her, his expression indignant.
"What do you mean?" demanded the blonde Hylian fiercely. "I'm going in, I didn't come all this way just to wait outside."
"What if my dream comes true? I don't want you to be torn apart," she shouted back, clenching her fists. "How do you think I'll feel, then? How do you think the others will feel?"
"Whoa, whoa." Lance held up his hands and looked back and forth between his two friends. "Torn apart? Eh? Did I miss something?"
"Yes, all those dreams I had, they were about Link dying! Repeatedly! I won't let you go in there if it means you'll die!"
"Ganondorf's sealed in the Sacred Realm," Link argued coldly, crossing his arms over his chest. "He can't hurt me." Her eyes widened and she took a step back.
"H... How did you know it was... Ga...?"
"I had a dream about him too, but even if he had broken the seal, I would have felt it," he replied stiffly.
"What about the other evil, then?" He narrowed his eyes. "You couldn't have dreamt about Ganondorf and not the other one, Grineth or whatever."
"I thought you said it grabbed you, not me. If anything, you shouldn't be allowed in the temple." Miyako stamped her foot and raised her fists.
"I'll fight you right here, right now, don't think I won't! I spent the last seven years of my life dreaming about that damned temple, and I won't wait outside! You've only known about it for the past several months!"
"That doesn't mean I don't have as much a right to go inside as you do! Why are you always trying to protect me, keep me away from your problems? I thought we were together, that all of our problems would be mutual."
"When you die, that'll be a mutual problem," she snapped angrily. "For the whole amicitia fatalis!" The Kreyan girl turned and stomped off to her cabin. Her words stung him, but he wasn't about to let her go that easily.
"I thought you trusted me. Was that a lie, too?" Miyako stopped walking and stood silent for several moments, then opened the door of the cabin and disappeared inside, slamming it bluntly behind her. Link uttered a growl of frustration and slammed his fists against his upper legs. Why did Miyako always have to try and keep him away from her problems? He /wanted/ to help her, but she ceaselessly tried to find a way to distance herself from him. The nineteen-year-old faced Lance, but the sailor was pointedly looking away, as though he had not just witnessed a couple's spat.
Link narrowed his eyes to stop any potential tears. Was that what they were, a couple, or just two people who happened to have slept together?
'Why does everything have to be a fight with her? I don't understand her at all anymore,' he thought grumpily, unclenching his fists with some effort.
"So then, tomorrow morning?" asked the eighteen-year-old softly. Link started. "Say, at dawn?"
"Fine," muttered the Hero of Time. "Just fine." The sailor stretched his arms and sighed deeply.
"I c'n tell you want me to give you advice, but I have no idea what to say. You two, I've never seen a more headstrong pair; one minute you're all but drooling over each other, and the next, you're butting heads like maddened bulls. Either you're the sweetest lovers or the darkest enemies, I can't decide."
"I don't understand why she's always putting me off," the nineteen-year-old murmured, shoving his hands into his pockets and staring up at the deep sky. "Why everything we do has to be a struggle." Lance turned and arched his eyebrows at his friend.
"Sure, and you'd like a girl who did everything you told her to."
"What? No, of course not! But not everything has to be an argument."
"You shouldn't be telling /me/ this, 'cos I sure ain't your lover." Link laughed reluctantly at that. "But I have to say one thing, ger fada, you shouldn't have said that last bit."
"What, that not everything has to be an argument?"
"No, about her lying about trusting you." The Hero of Time snorted.
"Why not, it's probably true." Lance cast Link a pitying glance.
"Do you really believe that? Didn't you feel how you tore her apart?"
"No more than what she was doing to me."
"An eye for an eye and all that loveliness, eh?" The sailor's voice was bitterly sarcastic. Link found he couldn't meet the younger's gaze. "You should go and apologize. 'Tisn't right to end a day with an argument."
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Just to be courteous, Link knocked on the cabin door before opening it. He stepped inside and looked around. One of the candles on the captain's desk was lit, and Miyako was sitting in the far corner, knees drawn up and her arms wrapped tightly around them, head bowed.
"...Miyako?" Link shut the door behind him and stood there, fervently wishing for the right words to say. "...I'm... I'm sorry about what I said."
"Don't be, you have every right to think that," she replied tenebrously, not looking at him. "Why should you believe that I trust you?"
"Because I love you, and love is about trust and dependence," he stated quietly. "It's strange, coming from a person who didn't really grow up, but I've discovered a few things about love that people should know. Lance says love is blindness, and it's true, but a blind person has to trust and depend on his lover to lead him in the right direction." Link swallowed, and forced out the next part: "If you don't want me to go in the temple, then I won't. Because /I/ trust /you/." Miyako lifted her head, and he saw that she was crying silently. "At first, I thought that I was attracted to you because you never seemed to need my help, but then I realized that wasn't it. I'm attracted to you because you /do/ need my help, yet you always insist that you don't. I don't know why that is, but it drives me insane, in both a good and bad way. But I don't understand why everything has to be a fight."
"I didn't want to drag you into this, I didn't want anyone to come with me to the temple. I don't know why I asked you to. I shouldn't've. I thought it was my destiny, mine alone, to face whatever was in there. I never had to prove to others what a strong person I was, because I'm not, but I've always had to prove things to myself." She shook her head. "Link, I'll never let anything be without a fight. Don't you know your elements?" Link took several steps closer.
"We'll be leaving at dawn tomorrow. We're taking the gigs that are strapped to the Miya' Tana, that way we won't put the crew in danger. Is that all right with you?" She smiled, but not as though she was happy.
"I thought getting back to business was my area."
"So I've picked up a few things from being around you. You're too much trouble to let go." That made her laugh. "I wouldn't trade what we have for the world; I'd never be happy with anyone else but you."
"Oh, come on now, do you really believe every person has one exact soul mate?" Her voice was skeptical.
"Yes," he replied soberly, and that made her blink. "There is only one woman for every man, and one man for every woman."
"Don't tell me that fighting and arguing make you happy, then."
"It doesn't, but love isn't a fairy tale idea. Two people don't live ever after, and usually there's very little 'happily' about it. Yet I think that there's a chance for couples to live happily for long periods. It depends on what your idea of happiness is. I know what mine is."
"Why do you have to come in here and give me logical reasons about love and trust?" Miyako sighed. "Honestly, you've just gone and ruined a perfectly sad mood." Link grinned at that. The young Kreyan woman looked up at him, and continued, "As for not going in the temple... Link, I trust you not to get yourself killed. But you have to be careful. We don't know what's in there."
"I'll be just as careful as you." She gave him a withering glance. He raised his eyebrows at her. "At least it's honest."
"I guess that's the best answer I'll get," she relented, climbing to her feet. "I shouldn't feel so bad about it; after seeing you fight all those pirates, and you didn't even get a serious wound... It should've placated my fears, but it didn't. I don't want to end up being the reason why you fall, Link." That statement confused him.
"What do you mean?"
"The hostage situation; when Lance went down, the tide could've easily went in the pirates' favor, had they thought to threaten us with his life. No doubt we would've surrendered to keep him alive. Evil doesn't have a code of honor to abide by." Link shook his head. "But we'll deal with that when it happens..."
"So... is everything right between us?" He held out his arms longingly. Miyako threw herself into his embrace, putting him off balance.
"I hope so," she replied, resting her head on his shoulder.
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"It'll be a good day today, mateys," Lance noted, tilting his face to the brightening sky. Captain Lanceton uttered a few Kreyan words, and his son nodded. "Aye, me father says they've enough supplies for a month afore havin' to sail back to Fire's Eyes. Hopefully, 'tis plenty of time to get to the Temple of Life and back, though we might take longer."
"Wow, a whole month," Kentan whispered. "And we'll be fighting monsters and the like?" Ever since the corsair incident, the young Zora had become cocky in his manner and speech.
"Aye," nodded the Kreyan/Aquarian. "Well then, shall we?" The five adventurers climbed into one of the rowboats, and several sailors lowered them to the water. "Untille, K'fef!"
"Isn't your last name Untille?" Link asked, raising an eyebrow as he reached for an oar. The eighteen-year-old smiled, a little embarrassed.
"In Kreyan, untille means good-bye," Miyako explained, taking up the other oar before anyone else could.
"What does your last name mean?" Kentan asked, crossing his fins over his chest in a blatant imitation of "Sheik." The disguised princess narrowed her eyes at him but said nothing.
"Callahan? Nothing a'tall, just a name," the Kreyan girl replied.
"Y'better let a sailor navigate these rocks," Lance suggested, eyeing her oar. Miyako pulled a face at him but reluctantly surrendered the wooden paddle.
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Dayen whistled to his horse, the white Djinn, and the pair of them trotted forward. He scrutinized the anchored ship on the Unitas Sea, cocking his head in wonder.
"What are they sitting there for? Are they waiting for something, then?" The young islander pulled a spyglass from his knapsack and adjusted the view, peering through the instrument intently. "Oh...! Why, they're coming aboard in a gig, so they are! Clever, I'd say. What about you, Djinn?" The horse whinnied and stamped its hoof, as though in approval.
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At one point in their perilous pilgrimage through the rocky ridges Kentan actually got into the water to help guide the rowboat along. Lance pushed off a jutting stone, wiping his face clean of sea spray with the back of his arm.
"I've not seen such troublesome waters in a long time," he remarked sullenly, nodding his head at more rocks poking through the surface. "Aye, this is such an unfriendly island t'be called the Island of Light. More like Island of Impossible To Get To."
"Oh, it's possible all right," Kentan laughed, spraying those onboard with foamy water, "just very difficult!" Link glared at the irrepressible Zora and made as if to whack Kentan over the head with his paddle. The thirteen-year-old grinned and disappeared underwater once more.
"I think I see a town," Zelda exclaimed, pointing due north. Lance nodded.
"Perhaps that answers yer question, Sheik, about whether or not there's people on this island. Aye, I think so, but we'll not know for sure 'til we land there."
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The light skiff bumped against the golden shore, and the four passengers clambered out, dragging the boat behind them onto the grassy banks to protect it from the tide. Kentan splashed out of the water and waved his fins about.
"We're finally here!" Lance nodded his head and leaned against the boat, closing his eyes.
"Aye, and luckily we've still our lives. Sheew, I hope I ne'er have to row like that again in me life!"
Miyako chuckled, "Well, you're going to have to, if we want to get off this island." The sailor released a loud groan and covered his face.
"Let's not dally, I want to see if there are friendly people in the town," Zelda urged, already walking in the direction of the small port city.
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The following five chapters should have more action in them, never fear. Borrowed a few ideas from Peter David's character, Apropos of Sir Apropos of Nothing, in here. ^^;;
Also... it bothers me that I've been getting so few reviews. I mean, I don't depend on them for the continuation of my fanfics, but it is disheartening not to get too much feedback (aside from the few readers I can count on!). And it's always bothered me when people say they won't continue a story unless they get so many reviews. But you know what? Most of the time, it works. :\ That's what makes me a bit annoyed. People say they hate it when things like that happen, and I dislike it myself. It just shows that the author's usually an egotist. Writing isn't about reviews, it's about the passion and love of the art.
I mean, you don't see famous authors going around and saying, "I won't write anymore unless my book sells 'x' amount of copies!"
They write because they love to, and I do too.
...OK, I have no idea where this rant is going, so I'll just shut up here. ^^;; Sorry about the angst/romance, I've just had little opportunity to express the romance part in my other story, though I'm at my limit for angst. ~_~;;
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At the third quarter of the moon, the Good Ship Miya' Tana arrived at the ominous Rock Ring of Doom, the rocky reefs that protected the Island of Light and inhibited travelers. Link surveyed the situation with a wary eye; he didn't want to risk the safety of the captain and crew, but there did not seem to be any way past the dangerous rocks jutting up from the sea.
"That's a right fine problem there, eh?" Lance remarked casually, adjusting the spyglass and peering into it intently. "Ah, curse the dark, I can't see a bloody thing. We'll have to wait 'til mornin', matey."
"It'd be suicidal to try to navigate through that in the dark. I don't see any place the Miya' Tana could fit through," the Hero of Time responded worriedly. "We didn't come all this way to be dashed on the rocks."
" 'Course not; if me father can't find a way through, we'll just take the gigs," the sailor replied cheerfully, indicating the small boats strapped to the starboard (right) side of the vessel. Link nodded; they might have a better chance with the boats, but...
"What about the crew of the Miya' Tana? We could be more than several weeks, and they don't have enough supplies to last that long."
"If we take too long, matey, I'll tell him to return to Fire's Eyes to stock up, then come back here," shrugged the Kreyan/Aquarian. "We may have to spend a few more days on the island, aye, but 'tis better than a mutiny on a ship, says I."
"Right... We'll leave first thing in the morning." Lance peered through his spyglass again, and shook his head, though not in contradiction with Link's statement.
"Hmmm... blow me sails if'n I don't see some lights on that island... You think people live there, matey? I told... Sheik that there'd prolly be people there, but it fazes me t'think that others live here. I mean, how did they get here? I dun understand it."
"We'll find out tomorrow, if we're lucky," Link replied slowly, turning to head to the cabin for sleep.
"If we get to the Temple of Life, Link, you're not going in," Miyako said, surprising the other two men. He turned on her, his expression indignant.
"What do you mean?" demanded the blonde Hylian fiercely. "I'm going in, I didn't come all this way just to wait outside."
"What if my dream comes true? I don't want you to be torn apart," she shouted back, clenching her fists. "How do you think I'll feel, then? How do you think the others will feel?"
"Whoa, whoa." Lance held up his hands and looked back and forth between his two friends. "Torn apart? Eh? Did I miss something?"
"Yes, all those dreams I had, they were about Link dying! Repeatedly! I won't let you go in there if it means you'll die!"
"Ganondorf's sealed in the Sacred Realm," Link argued coldly, crossing his arms over his chest. "He can't hurt me." Her eyes widened and she took a step back.
"H... How did you know it was... Ga...?"
"I had a dream about him too, but even if he had broken the seal, I would have felt it," he replied stiffly.
"What about the other evil, then?" He narrowed his eyes. "You couldn't have dreamt about Ganondorf and not the other one, Grineth or whatever."
"I thought you said it grabbed you, not me. If anything, you shouldn't be allowed in the temple." Miyako stamped her foot and raised her fists.
"I'll fight you right here, right now, don't think I won't! I spent the last seven years of my life dreaming about that damned temple, and I won't wait outside! You've only known about it for the past several months!"
"That doesn't mean I don't have as much a right to go inside as you do! Why are you always trying to protect me, keep me away from your problems? I thought we were together, that all of our problems would be mutual."
"When you die, that'll be a mutual problem," she snapped angrily. "For the whole amicitia fatalis!" The Kreyan girl turned and stomped off to her cabin. Her words stung him, but he wasn't about to let her go that easily.
"I thought you trusted me. Was that a lie, too?" Miyako stopped walking and stood silent for several moments, then opened the door of the cabin and disappeared inside, slamming it bluntly behind her. Link uttered a growl of frustration and slammed his fists against his upper legs. Why did Miyako always have to try and keep him away from her problems? He /wanted/ to help her, but she ceaselessly tried to find a way to distance herself from him. The nineteen-year-old faced Lance, but the sailor was pointedly looking away, as though he had not just witnessed a couple's spat.
Link narrowed his eyes to stop any potential tears. Was that what they were, a couple, or just two people who happened to have slept together?
'Why does everything have to be a fight with her? I don't understand her at all anymore,' he thought grumpily, unclenching his fists with some effort.
"So then, tomorrow morning?" asked the eighteen-year-old softly. Link started. "Say, at dawn?"
"Fine," muttered the Hero of Time. "Just fine." The sailor stretched his arms and sighed deeply.
"I c'n tell you want me to give you advice, but I have no idea what to say. You two, I've never seen a more headstrong pair; one minute you're all but drooling over each other, and the next, you're butting heads like maddened bulls. Either you're the sweetest lovers or the darkest enemies, I can't decide."
"I don't understand why she's always putting me off," the nineteen-year-old murmured, shoving his hands into his pockets and staring up at the deep sky. "Why everything we do has to be a struggle." Lance turned and arched his eyebrows at his friend.
"Sure, and you'd like a girl who did everything you told her to."
"What? No, of course not! But not everything has to be an argument."
"You shouldn't be telling /me/ this, 'cos I sure ain't your lover." Link laughed reluctantly at that. "But I have to say one thing, ger fada, you shouldn't have said that last bit."
"What, that not everything has to be an argument?"
"No, about her lying about trusting you." The Hero of Time snorted.
"Why not, it's probably true." Lance cast Link a pitying glance.
"Do you really believe that? Didn't you feel how you tore her apart?"
"No more than what she was doing to me."
"An eye for an eye and all that loveliness, eh?" The sailor's voice was bitterly sarcastic. Link found he couldn't meet the younger's gaze. "You should go and apologize. 'Tisn't right to end a day with an argument."
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Just to be courteous, Link knocked on the cabin door before opening it. He stepped inside and looked around. One of the candles on the captain's desk was lit, and Miyako was sitting in the far corner, knees drawn up and her arms wrapped tightly around them, head bowed.
"...Miyako?" Link shut the door behind him and stood there, fervently wishing for the right words to say. "...I'm... I'm sorry about what I said."
"Don't be, you have every right to think that," she replied tenebrously, not looking at him. "Why should you believe that I trust you?"
"Because I love you, and love is about trust and dependence," he stated quietly. "It's strange, coming from a person who didn't really grow up, but I've discovered a few things about love that people should know. Lance says love is blindness, and it's true, but a blind person has to trust and depend on his lover to lead him in the right direction." Link swallowed, and forced out the next part: "If you don't want me to go in the temple, then I won't. Because /I/ trust /you/." Miyako lifted her head, and he saw that she was crying silently. "At first, I thought that I was attracted to you because you never seemed to need my help, but then I realized that wasn't it. I'm attracted to you because you /do/ need my help, yet you always insist that you don't. I don't know why that is, but it drives me insane, in both a good and bad way. But I don't understand why everything has to be a fight."
"I didn't want to drag you into this, I didn't want anyone to come with me to the temple. I don't know why I asked you to. I shouldn't've. I thought it was my destiny, mine alone, to face whatever was in there. I never had to prove to others what a strong person I was, because I'm not, but I've always had to prove things to myself." She shook her head. "Link, I'll never let anything be without a fight. Don't you know your elements?" Link took several steps closer.
"We'll be leaving at dawn tomorrow. We're taking the gigs that are strapped to the Miya' Tana, that way we won't put the crew in danger. Is that all right with you?" She smiled, but not as though she was happy.
"I thought getting back to business was my area."
"So I've picked up a few things from being around you. You're too much trouble to let go." That made her laugh. "I wouldn't trade what we have for the world; I'd never be happy with anyone else but you."
"Oh, come on now, do you really believe every person has one exact soul mate?" Her voice was skeptical.
"Yes," he replied soberly, and that made her blink. "There is only one woman for every man, and one man for every woman."
"Don't tell me that fighting and arguing make you happy, then."
"It doesn't, but love isn't a fairy tale idea. Two people don't live ever after, and usually there's very little 'happily' about it. Yet I think that there's a chance for couples to live happily for long periods. It depends on what your idea of happiness is. I know what mine is."
"Why do you have to come in here and give me logical reasons about love and trust?" Miyako sighed. "Honestly, you've just gone and ruined a perfectly sad mood." Link grinned at that. The young Kreyan woman looked up at him, and continued, "As for not going in the temple... Link, I trust you not to get yourself killed. But you have to be careful. We don't know what's in there."
"I'll be just as careful as you." She gave him a withering glance. He raised his eyebrows at her. "At least it's honest."
"I guess that's the best answer I'll get," she relented, climbing to her feet. "I shouldn't feel so bad about it; after seeing you fight all those pirates, and you didn't even get a serious wound... It should've placated my fears, but it didn't. I don't want to end up being the reason why you fall, Link." That statement confused him.
"What do you mean?"
"The hostage situation; when Lance went down, the tide could've easily went in the pirates' favor, had they thought to threaten us with his life. No doubt we would've surrendered to keep him alive. Evil doesn't have a code of honor to abide by." Link shook his head. "But we'll deal with that when it happens..."
"So... is everything right between us?" He held out his arms longingly. Miyako threw herself into his embrace, putting him off balance.
"I hope so," she replied, resting her head on his shoulder.
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"It'll be a good day today, mateys," Lance noted, tilting his face to the brightening sky. Captain Lanceton uttered a few Kreyan words, and his son nodded. "Aye, me father says they've enough supplies for a month afore havin' to sail back to Fire's Eyes. Hopefully, 'tis plenty of time to get to the Temple of Life and back, though we might take longer."
"Wow, a whole month," Kentan whispered. "And we'll be fighting monsters and the like?" Ever since the corsair incident, the young Zora had become cocky in his manner and speech.
"Aye," nodded the Kreyan/Aquarian. "Well then, shall we?" The five adventurers climbed into one of the rowboats, and several sailors lowered them to the water. "Untille, K'fef!"
"Isn't your last name Untille?" Link asked, raising an eyebrow as he reached for an oar. The eighteen-year-old smiled, a little embarrassed.
"In Kreyan, untille means good-bye," Miyako explained, taking up the other oar before anyone else could.
"What does your last name mean?" Kentan asked, crossing his fins over his chest in a blatant imitation of "Sheik." The disguised princess narrowed her eyes at him but said nothing.
"Callahan? Nothing a'tall, just a name," the Kreyan girl replied.
"Y'better let a sailor navigate these rocks," Lance suggested, eyeing her oar. Miyako pulled a face at him but reluctantly surrendered the wooden paddle.
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Dayen whistled to his horse, the white Djinn, and the pair of them trotted forward. He scrutinized the anchored ship on the Unitas Sea, cocking his head in wonder.
"What are they sitting there for? Are they waiting for something, then?" The young islander pulled a spyglass from his knapsack and adjusted the view, peering through the instrument intently. "Oh...! Why, they're coming aboard in a gig, so they are! Clever, I'd say. What about you, Djinn?" The horse whinnied and stamped its hoof, as though in approval.
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At one point in their perilous pilgrimage through the rocky ridges Kentan actually got into the water to help guide the rowboat along. Lance pushed off a jutting stone, wiping his face clean of sea spray with the back of his arm.
"I've not seen such troublesome waters in a long time," he remarked sullenly, nodding his head at more rocks poking through the surface. "Aye, this is such an unfriendly island t'be called the Island of Light. More like Island of Impossible To Get To."
"Oh, it's possible all right," Kentan laughed, spraying those onboard with foamy water, "just very difficult!" Link glared at the irrepressible Zora and made as if to whack Kentan over the head with his paddle. The thirteen-year-old grinned and disappeared underwater once more.
"I think I see a town," Zelda exclaimed, pointing due north. Lance nodded.
"Perhaps that answers yer question, Sheik, about whether or not there's people on this island. Aye, I think so, but we'll not know for sure 'til we land there."
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The light skiff bumped against the golden shore, and the four passengers clambered out, dragging the boat behind them onto the grassy banks to protect it from the tide. Kentan splashed out of the water and waved his fins about.
"We're finally here!" Lance nodded his head and leaned against the boat, closing his eyes.
"Aye, and luckily we've still our lives. Sheew, I hope I ne'er have to row like that again in me life!"
Miyako chuckled, "Well, you're going to have to, if we want to get off this island." The sailor released a loud groan and covered his face.
"Let's not dally, I want to see if there are friendly people in the town," Zelda urged, already walking in the direction of the small port city.
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The following five chapters should have more action in them, never fear. Borrowed a few ideas from Peter David's character, Apropos of Sir Apropos of Nothing, in here. ^^;;
Also... it bothers me that I've been getting so few reviews. I mean, I don't depend on them for the continuation of my fanfics, but it is disheartening not to get too much feedback (aside from the few readers I can count on!). And it's always bothered me when people say they won't continue a story unless they get so many reviews. But you know what? Most of the time, it works. :\ That's what makes me a bit annoyed. People say they hate it when things like that happen, and I dislike it myself. It just shows that the author's usually an egotist. Writing isn't about reviews, it's about the passion and love of the art.
I mean, you don't see famous authors going around and saying, "I won't write anymore unless my book sells 'x' amount of copies!"
They write because they love to, and I do too.
...OK, I have no idea where this rant is going, so I'll just shut up here. ^^;; Sorry about the angst/romance, I've just had little opportunity to express the romance part in my other story, though I'm at my limit for angst. ~_~;;