SERIOUS SPOILERS ON DA GAME IF YOU HAVEN'T BEAT THE WIND WAKER YET YOU
MIGHT NOT WANT TO READ THIS... but you know if you're nosy like me, you'd
read it anyway ;)
By the way everyone, don't let my crazy introduction drive you off, I can actually spell and stuff, and I can write pretty good. I'm just talkin' in my language down dere. So, ignore all this crap and keep going!
Hey everybody! Okay, I haven't seen any diaries of Tetra, but I'm not about to check all 4 thousand something fan fics to find out if there is one. So I'm not copying off of anyone! K? I just liked the Wind Waker, and by the way you Wind Waker bashers, Wind Waker may not be as good as Ocarina of Time but it's pretty darn close! (I especially loved that part where they get to Hyrule Castle and stuff, that was awesome...) I'm one of those weirdo people that likes the new Toon shading. I didn't at first when I saw it in Nintendo Power but after I bought the game (no different look to a game is gonna keep me from buying Zelda!) I loved it, because you gotta see it in action before you can truly appreciate it.
Alright, here we go on wit da fanfic! Oh yeah, before I forget...
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda or anything about it. I don't own the storyline, I don't own the characters, and I don't own Nintendo. DARN! I sure as heck wish I did! Rollin' in da monay...
okay sorry, on with the diary...
Tetra's Diary
~Chapter 1- Prologue~
May 1-
It's me, Tetra. This is my new diary, I filled my other diary entirely.
Today sure was beautiful. Days such as those are blessings from the goddesses. The ocean was so clear today; the blue waters splashing up against the boat. I've always loved the sea. Ever since I was a child... I remember my mother picking me up at the beach that one day, letting me look over the edge of the dock and into the waters. They were so blue. I remember kicking happily and getting absorbed in it all... that was only eight years ago, though. I am ten years old, and I write in this diary as an adult. I consider myself an adult because I have had to mature greatly, living as a captain of a pirate ship, I mean. Gonzo raised me, but I was already giving commands of what to do at five. I missed out on my childhood, and I'm still missing out. I wish I could do otherwise.
I remember the day I first saw the sea, but it was not a happy time afterwards. That day marked the end of my happy life. My mother drowned in the ocean a week later. We were on vacation, and my mother and father were swimming in the ocean. My mother drowned as my father frantically tried to save her. He failed, and thinking it was his fault, killed himself back in the hotel room, leaving me standing by myself at two on the beach. I broke down into tears on my mother's dead body, Gonzo said. I only remember how cold she was and my father's stricken face.
Gonzo took me with him on his small ship. I remember clutching my beautiful necklace, that in which my mother entrusted to me earlier that month, and I remember promising myself that I would never lose this necklace. It was my only souvenier of my past.
Gonzo and I played games on his very small ship. We played pirates. Gonzo would do anything for me, and I was seriously obsessed with being a 'pirate'. Gonzo wished to actually fulfill my wish and buy a larger boat so we could really pretend we were pirates, but I wanted to actually be a pirate. Gonzo is crazy, and he is stupid, also. He bought this large boat and set up a crew, leaving a four year old as captain of the boat.
By the blessings of the goddesses, we succeeded well. I guess now that I would have eventually gotten over my pirate stage, but after jumping into the life of an actual pirate, I can't say this is a stage. This is my life. I live for the seas.
I stood at the edge of the ship and propped my elbows on the wooden railing. Gonzo was watching me, he seemed protective of me. It is strange, him being so much older than me, but somehow he'd managed to fall in love with me. Not in the fatherly way, since he'd raised me, but in the actual love way. He doesn't know that I know, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he'd fallen for me. It is very strange, him being as old as he is and I being only ten. Like I said, Gonzo is very stupid.
We haven't been finding hardly any treasure lately, and that worries me. I wonder if this little island we're setting for has any good treasure? We're heading towards Windfall. I've heard it was a very merchantile town, and that perks my spirits up greatly. Gonzo seemed a little strange about that island when we started setting sail for it. He acted as if that was a town he doesn't want to go to, or doesn't want to remember... I hope this gains us a little money, we're actually quite low right now.
Well, I guess I've said enough. I didn't hardly say anything about my day, now that I've reread it. But even so, I've poured my heart out yet again to my diary.
May 2-
We arrived at Windfall, and yes it was a very wealthy town. When we arrived there, though, I knew that something was wrong by the look on Gonzo's face. He wasn't happy being there, he was actually a little spooked. I sighed and walked away. We stole a little here and there secretly, nobody knew what we were doing, and I loved the thrill. Yes, we need the cash, but I love the thrill the best. The rush of adrenaline, it's always the best.
I was in high spirits. I skipped as my crew took our treasures secretly back to the ship. I walked along the beach... and looked at the dock...
The dock. I looked down the beach also. The beach. The rocks were the same, the dock was the same, the hill sprouting above it...
This was where my mother died. This was where my father killed himself. I suddenly was overwhelmed by the many flashes of my childhood on this beach. I dropped to my knees, fighting them, but there was no use. My mother smiling into my face, and my father beaming at the both of us. The water, and I could see the shadows of my mother and I as she held me over the water on the dock. My father and mother playing in the water, as I pouted on shore. My father's face as my mother disappeared. My father dragging her onshore. My mother's last face, a face of struggle and pain. My father's stricken face. My mother's cold body. My father running to the hotel. Me, crying into my mother's cold body. I could feel my mother's body. I could hear the scream she'd made when she'd begun drowning. I could hear my father's sobbing. Then, I could feel Gonzo's hands against my back.
I regained conciousness on the beach. I was lying on the ground with my face in the sand. I tried to pull myself up, but I was weak with grief. It has always been better for me to forget this, but I couldn't when I saw everything. I cried on the beach for what seemed like forever. I wept like a baby as the water rushed around me in waves. I remembered my first fear of the water, since my mother had died in it. I remembered everything, though I struggled not to. I was two again, on the beach, crying on my mother's dead body. My mother's dead body wasn't there, but it was the same picture nonetheless.
I gained enough strength to roll over. It was night. I suspected my crew was out looking for me, wondering where I was. I stared at the moon and cursed it. I couldn't stand the cold water, I couldn't stand the cold sand, I couldn't stand the cold air, I couldn't stand anything.
"Miss Tetra!!!" I heard Gonzo yell as he ran towards me on the beach. I was aware of his call, but I was oblivious to it.
"Miss Tetra," he said again, more gentle this time, as he looked into my face. I stared at the moon in fierce grief. Gonzo said nothing, instead he picked me up as he did that day, so many years ago, and carried me to the ship. He lied me in my bed and left the room, letting me deal with it on my own. That was always the best for me, always.
I cried for an hour or so, and I felt the ship shove off after a while. Then I got up, and this is where I am now, diary. This is how I deal with it on my own. I need someone to talk to so badly, diary, but I can't. I don't have anyone.
May 3-
I couldn't hardly face the sunlight today. I didn't want to feel the warm sensation it always gave me. I couldn't stand to see the violent seas that my mother drowned in. I didn't want to get up.
But I didn't want my crew to worry about me, and besides, what could my bumbling crew do by themselves, anyway? I got dressed and went up a little later than usual, trying to act normal. I succeeded, though my bloodshot eyes ruined the entire effect. We began to set sail for Outset Island, and like the name, Outset Island is very outset from the rest of the ocean. This trip can give me a while to get over my problems with my past. My history. What I pray is not my future.
Gonzo was extremely worried about me today. It wasn't a matter of telling now, it was that he made it obvious. He checked on me every once in a while, maybe he'd thought I had some of my father's genes in me. But I wasn't going to end my life right there. No siree. I wasn't that screwed up.
We'll be at Outset in two more days, Gonzo says. I sure hope that it takes longer. I need time to get over it.
The sea was so absorbant to me. I love it so much, and I wanted to jump into the sea myself. But I contained myself. Today was the first day that the realization struck me- just how dangerous the sea was. This sea that I loved so much- this beautiful raging water that gently slaps against the boat- killed my mother, and in doing so also killed my father. This sea that I live for destroyed my family.
How I can stand to go on with my pirate life, I don't know. I wish I could forget what happened and be the happy Tetra I was a week ago.
I still feel as sad as I did yesterday, I can't stand to see my own face in the mirror.
It looks too much like my mother's.
May 5-
Yeah, I skipped a day, but get used to it, diary. I get exhausted sometimes.
I'm still in sorrow from the beach of Windfall Island. I never want to go there again as long as I live. Never. Nothing will ever cause me to set sail to there.
Tomorrow, Gonzo says, we'll be in Outset. He knows so much more about I do about sailing. Why am I captain? I'm only ten. It's so strange, diary, that I'm so mature for a ten year old. Fate has pushed my childhood into nonexistence. My childhood is not of laughing and playing, but is of hard work and leadership. It may make me out into a better adult, but it doesn't make me into a better child. The child in me has fled.
Gonzo is so concerned about me, and now the rest of the crew is. They'd never heard the story of how Gonzo and I met, but at the dinner table today, they found out.
"Miss Tetra, I can't help it anymore. What's wrong?" Gonzo asked at the table, though he already knew. Next thing I know I'm telling him everything and sobbing all over again. I was unaware of the rest of the crew sitting there, even little Niko sobbing freely. Niko was like Gonzo, though. He was an idiot.
So, the entire crew knows about my unfortunate childhood. That's fine. It makes me closer, personally, to my crew, and that makes the bond between us stronger. We'll stick together.
But, I've began to wonder...
Do I have a point in life? Is this all my life will be? Thievery and pirating? Will I be sailing for the rest of my life? I don't want that.
I want a point for my living.
(Author's Note: this marks the beginning of the game, in which we meet Tetra. All that stuff above was just getting to know Tetra, knowing about her parents and what's wrong and everything. So, if you're planning on playing this game, stop right here.
STOP!
hee hee...)
By the way everyone, don't let my crazy introduction drive you off, I can actually spell and stuff, and I can write pretty good. I'm just talkin' in my language down dere. So, ignore all this crap and keep going!
Hey everybody! Okay, I haven't seen any diaries of Tetra, but I'm not about to check all 4 thousand something fan fics to find out if there is one. So I'm not copying off of anyone! K? I just liked the Wind Waker, and by the way you Wind Waker bashers, Wind Waker may not be as good as Ocarina of Time but it's pretty darn close! (I especially loved that part where they get to Hyrule Castle and stuff, that was awesome...) I'm one of those weirdo people that likes the new Toon shading. I didn't at first when I saw it in Nintendo Power but after I bought the game (no different look to a game is gonna keep me from buying Zelda!) I loved it, because you gotta see it in action before you can truly appreciate it.
Alright, here we go on wit da fanfic! Oh yeah, before I forget...
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda or anything about it. I don't own the storyline, I don't own the characters, and I don't own Nintendo. DARN! I sure as heck wish I did! Rollin' in da monay...
okay sorry, on with the diary...
Tetra's Diary
~Chapter 1- Prologue~
May 1-
It's me, Tetra. This is my new diary, I filled my other diary entirely.
Today sure was beautiful. Days such as those are blessings from the goddesses. The ocean was so clear today; the blue waters splashing up against the boat. I've always loved the sea. Ever since I was a child... I remember my mother picking me up at the beach that one day, letting me look over the edge of the dock and into the waters. They were so blue. I remember kicking happily and getting absorbed in it all... that was only eight years ago, though. I am ten years old, and I write in this diary as an adult. I consider myself an adult because I have had to mature greatly, living as a captain of a pirate ship, I mean. Gonzo raised me, but I was already giving commands of what to do at five. I missed out on my childhood, and I'm still missing out. I wish I could do otherwise.
I remember the day I first saw the sea, but it was not a happy time afterwards. That day marked the end of my happy life. My mother drowned in the ocean a week later. We were on vacation, and my mother and father were swimming in the ocean. My mother drowned as my father frantically tried to save her. He failed, and thinking it was his fault, killed himself back in the hotel room, leaving me standing by myself at two on the beach. I broke down into tears on my mother's dead body, Gonzo said. I only remember how cold she was and my father's stricken face.
Gonzo took me with him on his small ship. I remember clutching my beautiful necklace, that in which my mother entrusted to me earlier that month, and I remember promising myself that I would never lose this necklace. It was my only souvenier of my past.
Gonzo and I played games on his very small ship. We played pirates. Gonzo would do anything for me, and I was seriously obsessed with being a 'pirate'. Gonzo wished to actually fulfill my wish and buy a larger boat so we could really pretend we were pirates, but I wanted to actually be a pirate. Gonzo is crazy, and he is stupid, also. He bought this large boat and set up a crew, leaving a four year old as captain of the boat.
By the blessings of the goddesses, we succeeded well. I guess now that I would have eventually gotten over my pirate stage, but after jumping into the life of an actual pirate, I can't say this is a stage. This is my life. I live for the seas.
I stood at the edge of the ship and propped my elbows on the wooden railing. Gonzo was watching me, he seemed protective of me. It is strange, him being so much older than me, but somehow he'd managed to fall in love with me. Not in the fatherly way, since he'd raised me, but in the actual love way. He doesn't know that I know, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he'd fallen for me. It is very strange, him being as old as he is and I being only ten. Like I said, Gonzo is very stupid.
We haven't been finding hardly any treasure lately, and that worries me. I wonder if this little island we're setting for has any good treasure? We're heading towards Windfall. I've heard it was a very merchantile town, and that perks my spirits up greatly. Gonzo seemed a little strange about that island when we started setting sail for it. He acted as if that was a town he doesn't want to go to, or doesn't want to remember... I hope this gains us a little money, we're actually quite low right now.
Well, I guess I've said enough. I didn't hardly say anything about my day, now that I've reread it. But even so, I've poured my heart out yet again to my diary.
May 2-
We arrived at Windfall, and yes it was a very wealthy town. When we arrived there, though, I knew that something was wrong by the look on Gonzo's face. He wasn't happy being there, he was actually a little spooked. I sighed and walked away. We stole a little here and there secretly, nobody knew what we were doing, and I loved the thrill. Yes, we need the cash, but I love the thrill the best. The rush of adrenaline, it's always the best.
I was in high spirits. I skipped as my crew took our treasures secretly back to the ship. I walked along the beach... and looked at the dock...
The dock. I looked down the beach also. The beach. The rocks were the same, the dock was the same, the hill sprouting above it...
This was where my mother died. This was where my father killed himself. I suddenly was overwhelmed by the many flashes of my childhood on this beach. I dropped to my knees, fighting them, but there was no use. My mother smiling into my face, and my father beaming at the both of us. The water, and I could see the shadows of my mother and I as she held me over the water on the dock. My father and mother playing in the water, as I pouted on shore. My father's face as my mother disappeared. My father dragging her onshore. My mother's last face, a face of struggle and pain. My father's stricken face. My mother's cold body. My father running to the hotel. Me, crying into my mother's cold body. I could feel my mother's body. I could hear the scream she'd made when she'd begun drowning. I could hear my father's sobbing. Then, I could feel Gonzo's hands against my back.
I regained conciousness on the beach. I was lying on the ground with my face in the sand. I tried to pull myself up, but I was weak with grief. It has always been better for me to forget this, but I couldn't when I saw everything. I cried on the beach for what seemed like forever. I wept like a baby as the water rushed around me in waves. I remembered my first fear of the water, since my mother had died in it. I remembered everything, though I struggled not to. I was two again, on the beach, crying on my mother's dead body. My mother's dead body wasn't there, but it was the same picture nonetheless.
I gained enough strength to roll over. It was night. I suspected my crew was out looking for me, wondering where I was. I stared at the moon and cursed it. I couldn't stand the cold water, I couldn't stand the cold sand, I couldn't stand the cold air, I couldn't stand anything.
"Miss Tetra!!!" I heard Gonzo yell as he ran towards me on the beach. I was aware of his call, but I was oblivious to it.
"Miss Tetra," he said again, more gentle this time, as he looked into my face. I stared at the moon in fierce grief. Gonzo said nothing, instead he picked me up as he did that day, so many years ago, and carried me to the ship. He lied me in my bed and left the room, letting me deal with it on my own. That was always the best for me, always.
I cried for an hour or so, and I felt the ship shove off after a while. Then I got up, and this is where I am now, diary. This is how I deal with it on my own. I need someone to talk to so badly, diary, but I can't. I don't have anyone.
May 3-
I couldn't hardly face the sunlight today. I didn't want to feel the warm sensation it always gave me. I couldn't stand to see the violent seas that my mother drowned in. I didn't want to get up.
But I didn't want my crew to worry about me, and besides, what could my bumbling crew do by themselves, anyway? I got dressed and went up a little later than usual, trying to act normal. I succeeded, though my bloodshot eyes ruined the entire effect. We began to set sail for Outset Island, and like the name, Outset Island is very outset from the rest of the ocean. This trip can give me a while to get over my problems with my past. My history. What I pray is not my future.
Gonzo was extremely worried about me today. It wasn't a matter of telling now, it was that he made it obvious. He checked on me every once in a while, maybe he'd thought I had some of my father's genes in me. But I wasn't going to end my life right there. No siree. I wasn't that screwed up.
We'll be at Outset in two more days, Gonzo says. I sure hope that it takes longer. I need time to get over it.
The sea was so absorbant to me. I love it so much, and I wanted to jump into the sea myself. But I contained myself. Today was the first day that the realization struck me- just how dangerous the sea was. This sea that I loved so much- this beautiful raging water that gently slaps against the boat- killed my mother, and in doing so also killed my father. This sea that I live for destroyed my family.
How I can stand to go on with my pirate life, I don't know. I wish I could forget what happened and be the happy Tetra I was a week ago.
I still feel as sad as I did yesterday, I can't stand to see my own face in the mirror.
It looks too much like my mother's.
May 5-
Yeah, I skipped a day, but get used to it, diary. I get exhausted sometimes.
I'm still in sorrow from the beach of Windfall Island. I never want to go there again as long as I live. Never. Nothing will ever cause me to set sail to there.
Tomorrow, Gonzo says, we'll be in Outset. He knows so much more about I do about sailing. Why am I captain? I'm only ten. It's so strange, diary, that I'm so mature for a ten year old. Fate has pushed my childhood into nonexistence. My childhood is not of laughing and playing, but is of hard work and leadership. It may make me out into a better adult, but it doesn't make me into a better child. The child in me has fled.
Gonzo is so concerned about me, and now the rest of the crew is. They'd never heard the story of how Gonzo and I met, but at the dinner table today, they found out.
"Miss Tetra, I can't help it anymore. What's wrong?" Gonzo asked at the table, though he already knew. Next thing I know I'm telling him everything and sobbing all over again. I was unaware of the rest of the crew sitting there, even little Niko sobbing freely. Niko was like Gonzo, though. He was an idiot.
So, the entire crew knows about my unfortunate childhood. That's fine. It makes me closer, personally, to my crew, and that makes the bond between us stronger. We'll stick together.
But, I've began to wonder...
Do I have a point in life? Is this all my life will be? Thievery and pirating? Will I be sailing for the rest of my life? I don't want that.
I want a point for my living.
(Author's Note: this marks the beginning of the game, in which we meet Tetra. All that stuff above was just getting to know Tetra, knowing about her parents and what's wrong and everything. So, if you're planning on playing this game, stop right here.
STOP!
hee hee...)