Disclaimer: Not mine. Story is.
A/N: Girl With Many Names: Indeed, I don't know what came over me… Well actually, yes I do. Although I firmly believe that Link and Zelda are siblings (well, not in THIS story, obviously) I put that Link/Zelda parting here for a reason. Keep reading and you'll see why… Sorry for the ridiculous shortness of these last two chapters but it's to get the story going. After this, though, things will get more interesting ;)
Blatant self promotion: Go read my story "Power, Courage and Wisdom." NOW! You don't have to… It's an Oot Zelda story, by the way… Sooo…If you like this one you MIGHT like the other one. MIGHT. I said MIGHT.
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"Godamn rope won't- Ooof!" Link, tugging at a thick rope wedged between a box and the side of the boat, fell on his butt unceremoniously and proceeded to throw insults at no-one in particular. There wasn't anyone there to hear him anyway. Not when he was absolutely lost in the middle of the ocean in his small vessel. "Wish I hadn't lost that compass…" he sighed and sat down miserably, head in hands. "If only the sea weren't so damn big, I could have gotten somewhere already!" He lifted up his arms and frowned up at the cloudless sky as if waiting for some goddess to take pity on him and throw him a map. Or something. But nothing happened, unsurprisingly. Defeated, he glared one last time at the rope before slowly closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
Link woke up to the darkness of a raging storm in full force. Thunder cashed fiercely all around his little ship making it rock dangerously. He struggled through the rain beating down on him so that he could reach the far end of his boat and fasten the mast properly as it was tipping over. Link squinted through the large drops soaking him into a freezing numbness. What luck…he thought bitterly while fighting to keep balance on his feet as the boat lurched darkly forward. In one of those he slipped, banging his head against the side and choking on the water that rapidly filled the vessel. Dimly he saw the mast creaking ominously and tilting slowly over the edge. In a last desperate act, he lunged forward and grasped the wooden pole with slippery, wet hands. He wrapped the fibrous rope around his arm to keep himself from falling and began climbing up. His hair was plastered to his face and his clothes clung to his body heavily. He couldn't see, he couldn't feel, he couldn't breathe… panic welled up inside of him. What now? The storm showed no signs of subsiding. And if his ship couldn't hold…how would he survive? He hadn't seen land in days and he was sure that Hyrule was far, far behind. With nothing else to hold on to, he clung to his courage and waited for the worst. Sure enough a loud rumbling reached his ears before a lightning bolt struck home and knocked Link into unconscious darkness.