Lost
"Would someone please tell us what is going on?!"
Captain Alexander Harris laughed. "You're British and you ask me what is happening? Look around you, Lady. It's a little fog."
Faith was fuming. "A *little* fog that's been going on for about five hours," she muttered. "Even in England we are not stuck that long in mist."
Willow watched in amusement the new episode in her trip across ocean. Her best friend and the captain had been glaring at each other since they put step on the ship three days ago. [They act like children.] But she knew the truth behind that hatred. Faith was far too independant to admit needing someone and the captain far too manly to admit falling for a simple girl.
But she had to be with her best friend with that one. They had been stuck in the fog for far too long. Even if he spoke quite the contrary, she knew Alexander was worried. The look on his face was proof enough. He knew something was wrong. Fog didn't last five hours.
"I didn't know we could have fog in the middle of the sea," she said.
"Usually, it's impossible so far away of the coast. You have to be near land," Alexander said. "And I don't have anything on the chart. There's no island near our position." He sighed. "But the major thing is, we don't know were we are going. We can't see our direction."
"Great," Faith muttered. "Stuck with Captain Loser on Atlantic ocean." She turned back and get down the small flight of stairs, going to hers and Willow's cabin.
The redhead followed her down, giving an apologetic smile to the captain. She closed the door behind her. "You don't have to be so mean with Alexander. It's not is fault if we are surrounded by mist."
"I know. There's just something about him that makes me... I don't know, nervous or something."
Willow laughed. "Someone is in love," she sang softly.
"Am not," the brunette replied, pouting.
Anything the redhead could have said was cut off by a flash of light and thunder. The two young women looked at each other. "Uh oh!" They said together. Faith ran before Willow, taking two steps at the time, running on the bridge. "Please don't tell me we're going straight into a violent storm, being blind and all," she told the captain.
"I'm afraid we have no choice. We couldn't see it coming with the fog."
Willow sighed. "Tell us one good thing."
"Uh, the rain will dissipate the fog?"
"The day is getting better and better," Faith muttered. She groaned when she felt the first drop of water fall on her head. She startled when lightening struck in the sky. Suddenly, rain fell down on them, heavy drops of water. It was a real shower. The fog had dissipated, but there was still grey low clouds over their heads. "Could this get any better?" Faith asked.
Willow's eyes narrowed at the big black clouds coming their way. Lightening struck and illuminated the sky. The wind came up and they couldn't hear anything else then the storm's sounds. "You had to ask, didn't you?" she yelled to her friend.
The entire ship crew was on the deck, scared. They had rarely seen a storm of this intencity in that part of the ocean. "Captain! We can't hold on much longer! The waves are too strong!" The ship was pushed by the force of the water and they had no way to know in wich way they were going.
Suddenly, a stronger wave crashed in the boat, over the main deck. Faith only heard a strangled cry just as a small form with red hair fell into the violent waters. "Willow!"
She was about to jump, but a strong arm stopped her. "Don't Faith. She's gone. Getting drowned won't help her." Alexander held tightly the crying woman in his arms. He looked up. "Jesus Christ!"
The ship crashed in a rocky construction. Faith screamed as she was thrown backward. She hit her head hard on the wheel giding the ship. The entire crew was cursing when another bolt of lightning showed what had been hidden before them in the darkness.
A huge escarped cliff with sharp rocks was set in front of them. They tried to get away from it, but the backwash was getting them closer and closer from the crash. Faith slowly made her way to the captain that was yelling orders. He saw the young woman striken with grief pleading with her eyes. He gave up and quickly gattered her in his arms, pulling her up and keeping her close while he continued his job.
But the end was near and he couldn't do anything about it. Fate was sealed.
Bits of wood flew everywhere and some of the men were thrown in the ocean, never to be seen again. It happened so fast, they didn't even had time to make it to the safety boats. Alexander and Faith did their best to keep over water. The captain swam them to a piece of the ship floating. When lightning struck again, he saw that his ship was wrecked, stuck in the sharp rocks at the base of the cliff.
With the last of their strenght, they swam, the rest of the crew still with them. But most of the men had died... as well as half of the passengers, meaning only one : Willow. Faith hardened her gaze, not reading to brake down just yet. She had to be strong for the moment. She had to survive.
They reached the shore, finally. The young woman breathed heavily, spiting water. It took her a moment to notice none of the men were speaking. They had simply shut down suddenly.
She was about to ask what was wrong, when two feet stepped before her. Her gaze followed the legs, then the waist, up torso and finally landed on two grey eyes. A hand was stretched out to help her. With only a small hesitation, she put her hand in his and he helped her up. "Thanks," she whispered. When lifting her head up, she froze. The guy was *litterally*, get this, *glowing*. Her eyes widened when she saw his pointy ears. [Where the hell did we land?!]
Haldir grinned upon seeing their expressions. "You are lucky to be still alive," he said gently in a soft voice.
Captain Alexander walked to him. "Who are you? Where are we? There ain't no island on the map in this piece of ocean."
"This island isn't drawn on maps, because it isn't suppose to exist in the mortal world."
"We're dead?!" Faith squealed, feeling suddenly sick.
"Far from it," Haldir answered. "You are on Nislynn. Welcome to the hidden misty island of Elves."
"Would someone please tell us what is going on?!"
Captain Alexander Harris laughed. "You're British and you ask me what is happening? Look around you, Lady. It's a little fog."
Faith was fuming. "A *little* fog that's been going on for about five hours," she muttered. "Even in England we are not stuck that long in mist."
Willow watched in amusement the new episode in her trip across ocean. Her best friend and the captain had been glaring at each other since they put step on the ship three days ago. [They act like children.] But she knew the truth behind that hatred. Faith was far too independant to admit needing someone and the captain far too manly to admit falling for a simple girl.
But she had to be with her best friend with that one. They had been stuck in the fog for far too long. Even if he spoke quite the contrary, she knew Alexander was worried. The look on his face was proof enough. He knew something was wrong. Fog didn't last five hours.
"I didn't know we could have fog in the middle of the sea," she said.
"Usually, it's impossible so far away of the coast. You have to be near land," Alexander said. "And I don't have anything on the chart. There's no island near our position." He sighed. "But the major thing is, we don't know were we are going. We can't see our direction."
"Great," Faith muttered. "Stuck with Captain Loser on Atlantic ocean." She turned back and get down the small flight of stairs, going to hers and Willow's cabin.
The redhead followed her down, giving an apologetic smile to the captain. She closed the door behind her. "You don't have to be so mean with Alexander. It's not is fault if we are surrounded by mist."
"I know. There's just something about him that makes me... I don't know, nervous or something."
Willow laughed. "Someone is in love," she sang softly.
"Am not," the brunette replied, pouting.
Anything the redhead could have said was cut off by a flash of light and thunder. The two young women looked at each other. "Uh oh!" They said together. Faith ran before Willow, taking two steps at the time, running on the bridge. "Please don't tell me we're going straight into a violent storm, being blind and all," she told the captain.
"I'm afraid we have no choice. We couldn't see it coming with the fog."
Willow sighed. "Tell us one good thing."
"Uh, the rain will dissipate the fog?"
"The day is getting better and better," Faith muttered. She groaned when she felt the first drop of water fall on her head. She startled when lightening struck in the sky. Suddenly, rain fell down on them, heavy drops of water. It was a real shower. The fog had dissipated, but there was still grey low clouds over their heads. "Could this get any better?" Faith asked.
Willow's eyes narrowed at the big black clouds coming their way. Lightening struck and illuminated the sky. The wind came up and they couldn't hear anything else then the storm's sounds. "You had to ask, didn't you?" she yelled to her friend.
The entire ship crew was on the deck, scared. They had rarely seen a storm of this intencity in that part of the ocean. "Captain! We can't hold on much longer! The waves are too strong!" The ship was pushed by the force of the water and they had no way to know in wich way they were going.
Suddenly, a stronger wave crashed in the boat, over the main deck. Faith only heard a strangled cry just as a small form with red hair fell into the violent waters. "Willow!"
She was about to jump, but a strong arm stopped her. "Don't Faith. She's gone. Getting drowned won't help her." Alexander held tightly the crying woman in his arms. He looked up. "Jesus Christ!"
The ship crashed in a rocky construction. Faith screamed as she was thrown backward. She hit her head hard on the wheel giding the ship. The entire crew was cursing when another bolt of lightning showed what had been hidden before them in the darkness.
A huge escarped cliff with sharp rocks was set in front of them. They tried to get away from it, but the backwash was getting them closer and closer from the crash. Faith slowly made her way to the captain that was yelling orders. He saw the young woman striken with grief pleading with her eyes. He gave up and quickly gattered her in his arms, pulling her up and keeping her close while he continued his job.
But the end was near and he couldn't do anything about it. Fate was sealed.
Bits of wood flew everywhere and some of the men were thrown in the ocean, never to be seen again. It happened so fast, they didn't even had time to make it to the safety boats. Alexander and Faith did their best to keep over water. The captain swam them to a piece of the ship floating. When lightning struck again, he saw that his ship was wrecked, stuck in the sharp rocks at the base of the cliff.
With the last of their strenght, they swam, the rest of the crew still with them. But most of the men had died... as well as half of the passengers, meaning only one : Willow. Faith hardened her gaze, not reading to brake down just yet. She had to be strong for the moment. She had to survive.
They reached the shore, finally. The young woman breathed heavily, spiting water. It took her a moment to notice none of the men were speaking. They had simply shut down suddenly.
She was about to ask what was wrong, when two feet stepped before her. Her gaze followed the legs, then the waist, up torso and finally landed on two grey eyes. A hand was stretched out to help her. With only a small hesitation, she put her hand in his and he helped her up. "Thanks," she whispered. When lifting her head up, she froze. The guy was *litterally*, get this, *glowing*. Her eyes widened when she saw his pointy ears. [Where the hell did we land?!]
Haldir grinned upon seeing their expressions. "You are lucky to be still alive," he said gently in a soft voice.
Captain Alexander walked to him. "Who are you? Where are we? There ain't no island on the map in this piece of ocean."
"This island isn't drawn on maps, because it isn't suppose to exist in the mortal world."
"We're dead?!" Faith squealed, feeling suddenly sick.
"Far from it," Haldir answered. "You are on Nislynn. Welcome to the hidden misty island of Elves."