Arini sat up straight in bed, breathing hard. Thoughts of her nightmare
flashed through her head, and every time she closed her eyes she could see
them. She kept telling herself the same thing-ghosts can't hurt you- but
she couldn't shake the feeling of fear at the thought of them-and they
visited her thoughts often. Eventually she slept again-and they visited her
again.
Curled up in a corner on the deck of the ship, the little girl sat crying. The scar-newly imprinted onto her back- stung and she found it hard to ignore the skeletons or corpses that manned the ship, human again-but little less menacing-when the moon slipped behind the clouds. She was so caught up in her own grief that when the storm hit she didn't look up until it was upon her. After two years in that nightmare, she knew that this was her only chance, so as rain pour down onto the decks, she got up and climbed overboard, diving into the ocean.
Barely staying afloat, she climbed onto a piece of driftwood and as the first cannon erupted overhead, she was engulfed in darkness.
Arini climbed up the steps and leaned against the railing of the rocking ship. "Couldn't sleep?" Jack asked her in his drunken roguish voice. "No. I don't think I'll ever enjoy a restful sleep." "Ah." "What of you?" "I'm enjoying the moonlight." "Moonlight? There's no moon tonight." "Exactly." Arini smiled. Though she didn't really know why Jack hated the moonlight so much, it was good to see that he wasn't fearless. Somehow it made him more human, someone she could really relate to. It felt good to know that she wasn't the only one who had visits from midnight horrors.
"We'll be there soon," she stated, as if to calm her excitement. "I know. You've never been there before, have you?" "No. Are you sure this is a good idea?" "Of course." "Really?" "No."
Curled up in a corner on the deck of the ship, the little girl sat crying. The scar-newly imprinted onto her back- stung and she found it hard to ignore the skeletons or corpses that manned the ship, human again-but little less menacing-when the moon slipped behind the clouds. She was so caught up in her own grief that when the storm hit she didn't look up until it was upon her. After two years in that nightmare, she knew that this was her only chance, so as rain pour down onto the decks, she got up and climbed overboard, diving into the ocean.
Barely staying afloat, she climbed onto a piece of driftwood and as the first cannon erupted overhead, she was engulfed in darkness.
Arini climbed up the steps and leaned against the railing of the rocking ship. "Couldn't sleep?" Jack asked her in his drunken roguish voice. "No. I don't think I'll ever enjoy a restful sleep." "Ah." "What of you?" "I'm enjoying the moonlight." "Moonlight? There's no moon tonight." "Exactly." Arini smiled. Though she didn't really know why Jack hated the moonlight so much, it was good to see that he wasn't fearless. Somehow it made him more human, someone she could really relate to. It felt good to know that she wasn't the only one who had visits from midnight horrors.
"We'll be there soon," she stated, as if to calm her excitement. "I know. You've never been there before, have you?" "No. Are you sure this is a good idea?" "Of course." "Really?" "No."