Author notes:

1.: It's been a while, but this story is just not so important in life. Also, I had other things to do too, but I wrote a lot and still, now I update with this small amount.

Meanwhile, somewhere on the sea… (Which one? Pick one of the Blues)

Nowhere near to a town, on a small boat, there were two people. All that was around them is the sea, with no trace of any living organism. The two men was completely alone, and they surely used this loneliness to think aloud, because thinking aloud, just makes things more understandable.

So when one of them started to murmur and say a few words that were ignored at first, by the man in front of him, that was totally normal. Well to be honest, this guy who was talking under his nose was just ridiculous. It was nothing surprising about it, that the other guy looked at him amused, even while he was rowing, and made the boat move, he was having fun, watching the captain.

The pathetic little guy was looking like a teen, and despite that he was truly a youngster, he wore an old styled pirate hat, the same those typical smalltime pirates would. The contrast was obvious, and a few things added to this strange style of him that gave this man-plant charm, but also the look of a good old fashioned madman. After he talked to himself for a few minutes now, he didn't seem to achieve anything with such behavior, so he made more, and while he was hitting the boat rhythmically, he was wailing too.

"Man he is getting to it…" – the rowing man thought while he rolled his eyes a half-circle, so he wouldn't notice, but it made the design-failure talk more and more. Even his simple clothes those
– again – typical pirate clothes, white shirt and black pants just ragged as he strained his muscles.

"Money" – he said now, clearly hearable. – "Fun" – he said, as he gave his words one by one a plus weight with his wobble, back and forth.

"Sea of adventure, right? That's what he said, right?" – he continued, still quietly, and he repeated:

"Adventure?!" - he was looking up into the sky, with his arms spread.

"AYE SIR!" – the other shouted, as he continued to pull the paddles, and making the boat slowly going into an unknown direction.

"Damn that fool!" – he said and punched the boat a bit stronger, and it cracked.

"AYE SIR!" – came the cry again.

"DAMN YOU TOO! SHUT UP ALREADY!" – he cried out.

"aye, sir." – the other said while pouting.

"One month on this sea already, and I haven't even found one island. What is wrong with this place?" – he shouted, and looked around.

"Look!" – and he gestured with his right, to the horizon. –"You see that?! No?!" – he asked from himself maybe, as the rowing man just did his job. – "Just as you say: Nothing." – he said, widely showing the signs, to make it more understandable. "Where are the exotic beasts? Where are the strange fruits? Where is my love? Why did I only encounter stupid marines?!" – he asked with no pause and so desperate, he couldn't really stop, as he listed his problems.

"Where is the promised food?! Where is the money?! But the most important thing is, where are we?!"

"Well, sir, do not forget that you are wanted too."

"AH! That's too. One month on the sea, and I'm already wanted! For what ridiculous reason? EATING! Why the hell is it against the law to eat when I'm hungry? Why couldn't they even tell where the next island is?" – he asked. The small boat was giving a cracking sound with all of his steps, as he went into its head.

"Don't know sir, maybe…" – the sentence was cut though, as the greenhorn captain spoke again:

"AH! Please, it was only a few marine ships' stuff I took. What the hell is their problem? It is the rule to give to the hungered." – he said and took out a paper from his pants' pocket. – "HAH! Now so. How dare they even try to put on me such amount? You could eat for thousands of years from this much money. What is this?!"

"Well captain, I guess they might be angry about that…"

"About what? That you destroyed their ships you fool?!" – the magnificent captain asked.

"You destroyed them, sir." – he said calmly.

"I DID?!" – the surprised captain asked, as his face was the perfect example to stun.

"Aye, sir… but it's not that. Probably they didn't like the way you punched that bubbleheaded guy." – he said looking dishearted.

"He started it, no? He wanted all the food for himself – the captain started, and closed his eyes – "…so it is obvious that I had to take care of him, and that arrogant fat bastard was damn irritating too." – he explained, but opened his eyes, looking back at his crewmember.

"Did I overdo that?" – he asked with a bit of hesitation.

"With him?" – and after a few seconds, came the answer: "Well, he looked like he was dying, so…. Yea… About that… That might have been a little more than too much…"

"Shut up already. I don't like to take food, but what could I do, if I was hungry and they didn't give me?" – he said, and looked into the sky, thinking back. – "Also, that fat guy should have been on a diet." – he said.

"Sir, I think you should think about how will you flee the admirals now."

"What admirals, and what do you mean about 'you'? You'll go home crying?"

"You know, your bounty is a bit high. It's a big sum of money, bigger than the Redsharks' worth. So I was kind of thinking about…"

"Really? HAHAHAH! Those idiots! I want to see their faces after this." – and he laughed on an on.

"Sir, it won't be that funny when they execute you."

"Hah! I decided, head to the New World, I want to see them when they get redder than average, hahaha."

"But captain, where is the New World? We couldn't find any other island yet!"

"Who cares, just go in that direction!"- the captain ordered as he pointed into the new direction, and so, his underling accelerated, faster than the wind. Literally.

Not long after the events of Misei above the desert…

Due to the speed of the duo, it was not surprising that they left the town and its sight in a few minutes, and headed to the shore, as Eliot sensed. They flew side by side after the town was not visible anymore. The woman let Eliot go after they got farther from the town. She watched him flying and tried to understand how he does it without wings. As he flew along, he prepared himself but even so, he thought of Salud, he quickly forgot about him for a few minutes after the calmness between the two of them, and because he liked being in the air, he enjoyed the trip.

They were close to the shore in just another ten minutes. Without a word, they were flying fast. The woman was a bit ahead of Eliot and was about five meters farter. The calmness had no effect on her, as it seemed to Eliot, but he was uneasy and impatient for some reason. Not for long though. The woman landed on the sand and Eliot watched this a bit fazed as it was so elegant and quick, it resembled some strange aura. He followed her and not knowing why she landed here, he was just looking at her with a questioning face, but she didn't do much, only walked on the hot sand. Eliot followed her on foot, and was still waiting for an explanation, but that didn't come.

"Hey girl, if we will stay here long, we might faint from this heat." – he said.

"Well... Let's just walk a bit farther."

"Where?" – Eliot asked her, but she didn't answer and just walked.

Half an hour later, Eliot repeated himself, now with a suffering voice, as the sun and sand tortured him. Even though he was on the edge, he refused to use his power, for a reason he didn't really catch, but his mind was not working on that too much either.

"Hey, we might collapse from this heat soon." – he said, but there was no answer.

"How far is Salud?" – he tried again, and mentioning his name earned a small reply.

"Not that far." – she said.

Eliot listened to her, and just followed, until about two hours later, he thought of some oasis and fell into the sand like once before.

…

"Eliot!" – a woman said. – "Eliot, come on, come here already!" – she repeated.

"Mom?" – Eliot thought as he pushed himself up slowly, from the ground, looking in front of him. It was the storage room he knew so well. Every corner, every plank, every little place to hide in. It was his hiding place. As he touched the ground, he felt the hardwood, that was so rough on his hands, it scratched them. He quickly jumped up, and heard the calls.

"Eliot! … Eliot! … Where are you son? … Come here!" – and so Eliot ran out of the storage room, but what welcomed him was not what he remembered. It was not there. The house, the fence, the grass, the poles, nor the trees he loved so much, only the sand and his town in the far end of the desert, unreachable, unchangeable.

He thought of this only once before. He forgot something, that was important to him. He fell onto the ground, and a small wind blew away his hiding place, that disappeared like a sandcastle. As he pushed himself up from the ground still inside of the dream world, he felt dry and weak, only his will was strong in him. He started running. His home was his destination, because he remembered them again.

After some time of running, he felt himself go weak, and the place got black before him as he woke up. He was on some bed and a small room, but the first thing in his mind was his home, to go home. It was his desire to be home again soon, as soon as it is possible, or even sooner, but just after he opened his eyes he wanted some water first. When he thought of his parents again, he gulped down the water that was next to his bed. After he was done with it, he stood up and left on the exit flying fast. He felt his home, and was there in just a second, because he flew so fast, like never before. His mind didn't even care about the place he left, what was it, how did it look like, nothing was important. Only to see them again.