Chapter 2: The Arrival
I walked off the dock looking at the ground, thinking to myself. After a few steps I bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry bout' that......I have a lot on my mind." I apologized half- heartily, and then I looked up.
It was a guy about four feet tall. He had small glasses that seemed to have molded into the shape of his face. He had short, curly brown hair, and wore a little red top hat right in the middle of his head. He wore a red suit with lines and stripes of yellow here and there. He had a twinkle in his eye, but at the moment it seemed to be dimmed.
"That's okay Nami. I know Jack dying must be really hard on you." The mayor looked at me with downcast eyes.
At this point brought up, tears welled up in my eyes and rolled down my cheek. The liquid heat felt good on my face, but being one not to cry in front of others I dried my tears.
"Well my name is Thomas. Would you like a tour of the village? He said this with a look of hope in his expression.
"Sure, why not. I might as well get it over with." I replied rather gloomily.
He looked at me hurt, but then put a smile of satisfaction on his face. He then beckoned to my bags. "Before we go would you like to drop your stuff off at your new house?" I cringed when he said that, but then returned my expression to normal.
"No, thank. My bags aren't that heavy. I didn't pack much. But before we go may I do something quickly?" I looked at him to see what his expression said.
"Sure, why not? Just be quick about it please. No, more than...oh I'd say...five minutes." He looked at his watch.
I went over to the dock and took out a mirror. I looked into it and was not satisfied with what I saw. My usual long, brown, silky hair was knotted and sparse. My regular clear blue eyes were dull and dark. My lips were cracked and chapped, and my clothes were a wreck. I sure would be buying a lot at the store today.
I walked back over to the mayor and cracked a little smile. "I'm ready for the tour Thomas." I then gathered my bags in my arms and followed the mayor off the dock onto a sandy white beach.
My eyes took in all of the beautiful gold and white sand. Boats were tied up, bobbing up and down with the waves. The waves sounded beautiful and the sun just added to the brilliance.
We approached what looked to be as a large brown cabin. On the door an inscription had been carved. Something about not entering unless you had permission. The cabin was weathered and had several cracks.
He knocked on the door and a burly man came out followed by a small old man. The burly guy had brown hair that was flat on the top. He had tough brown eyes that showed impatience at the moment. He wore a men's grey tank top and faded jeans, and he had a white towel draped around his neck.
"Damn tourists bothering me.........oh good afternoon Thomas, and who is this young lass?
"Oh, hello my name is Nami. I am taking over the Harvest Farm. Pleased to meet you." I stuck out my hand and it was shaken rather hard.
He then thumped me on the back so hard I almost choked. Then the old man spoke up, "Hello Nami, my name is Greg. I am the local fisherman." He had a warm cheery smile that lit up his whole face.
He wore a green shirt with white stripes, kaki pants, a straw hat, and had a fishing pole slung over his shoulder. His hair was a pure white.
"Good luck on the farm, Nami. Ship lots of produce, you hear. Well see ya later." Zack smiled and walked back into the cabin.
"Well, Nami, I'll see you around, but as an arrival present take a fishing pole, please." He handed Nami a fishing pole that was sturdy, yet limber.
"Thank you Greg. I'll make sure to fish a lot. A hell of a lot." Greg waved and took his leave, sighing as he left.
I waved back to the empty air and looked at marble rising up from the low beach. It shimmed golden from the fine pieces of golden sand imbedded into the surface of the steps.
I walked off the dock looking at the ground, thinking to myself. After a few steps I bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry bout' that......I have a lot on my mind." I apologized half- heartily, and then I looked up.
It was a guy about four feet tall. He had small glasses that seemed to have molded into the shape of his face. He had short, curly brown hair, and wore a little red top hat right in the middle of his head. He wore a red suit with lines and stripes of yellow here and there. He had a twinkle in his eye, but at the moment it seemed to be dimmed.
"That's okay Nami. I know Jack dying must be really hard on you." The mayor looked at me with downcast eyes.
At this point brought up, tears welled up in my eyes and rolled down my cheek. The liquid heat felt good on my face, but being one not to cry in front of others I dried my tears.
"Well my name is Thomas. Would you like a tour of the village? He said this with a look of hope in his expression.
"Sure, why not. I might as well get it over with." I replied rather gloomily.
He looked at me hurt, but then put a smile of satisfaction on his face. He then beckoned to my bags. "Before we go would you like to drop your stuff off at your new house?" I cringed when he said that, but then returned my expression to normal.
"No, thank. My bags aren't that heavy. I didn't pack much. But before we go may I do something quickly?" I looked at him to see what his expression said.
"Sure, why not? Just be quick about it please. No, more than...oh I'd say...five minutes." He looked at his watch.
I went over to the dock and took out a mirror. I looked into it and was not satisfied with what I saw. My usual long, brown, silky hair was knotted and sparse. My regular clear blue eyes were dull and dark. My lips were cracked and chapped, and my clothes were a wreck. I sure would be buying a lot at the store today.
I walked back over to the mayor and cracked a little smile. "I'm ready for the tour Thomas." I then gathered my bags in my arms and followed the mayor off the dock onto a sandy white beach.
My eyes took in all of the beautiful gold and white sand. Boats were tied up, bobbing up and down with the waves. The waves sounded beautiful and the sun just added to the brilliance.
We approached what looked to be as a large brown cabin. On the door an inscription had been carved. Something about not entering unless you had permission. The cabin was weathered and had several cracks.
He knocked on the door and a burly man came out followed by a small old man. The burly guy had brown hair that was flat on the top. He had tough brown eyes that showed impatience at the moment. He wore a men's grey tank top and faded jeans, and he had a white towel draped around his neck.
"Damn tourists bothering me.........oh good afternoon Thomas, and who is this young lass?
"Oh, hello my name is Nami. I am taking over the Harvest Farm. Pleased to meet you." I stuck out my hand and it was shaken rather hard.
He then thumped me on the back so hard I almost choked. Then the old man spoke up, "Hello Nami, my name is Greg. I am the local fisherman." He had a warm cheery smile that lit up his whole face.
He wore a green shirt with white stripes, kaki pants, a straw hat, and had a fishing pole slung over his shoulder. His hair was a pure white.
"Good luck on the farm, Nami. Ship lots of produce, you hear. Well see ya later." Zack smiled and walked back into the cabin.
"Well, Nami, I'll see you around, but as an arrival present take a fishing pole, please." He handed Nami a fishing pole that was sturdy, yet limber.
"Thank you Greg. I'll make sure to fish a lot. A hell of a lot." Greg waved and took his leave, sighing as he left.
I waved back to the empty air and looked at marble rising up from the low beach. It shimmed golden from the fine pieces of golden sand imbedded into the surface of the steps.