Disclaimer: Zelda and all its' characters belong to Nintendo.
Author's Notes: Whoa! My first post in…a year! Yay! I'll try my best to update at least once a week. But I can guarantee nothing. Also, I am incredibly rusty, so it will be nothing spectacular. Enjoy.
Respice Finem
Prologue
Darkness like no other was about the ship. The activity going on, on this precise ship, was nearly zero. In nearly zero, I am saying that there is some. Two people, who were in the galley, oblivious to the outside world and the perils that would soon come to them, were arguing. A girl and a boy, both in there late teens, shouted constantly at each other. And they quarreled here, in the galley, because no sound could escape. They battled each other with trivial matters.
Those two were Link and Tetra, and our story begins on one of those ominous days…
The two forms walked slowly around the room, always facing each other, always glaring. Link's cold blue eyes stared mockingly into Tetra's forest green.
"Why can't I make you understand? We have to land, Tetra!" Link cried.
"Pah! And what would a mere child know anyway? This black fog may be slightly out of the ordinary, but it hasn't done anything to us. I find no reason to believe your claim is as true as you make it seem!" the young woman stated flatly, folding her arms and staring holes through him.
Frustration built up in his throat, and only common courtesy held him back. He stopped walking and looked to the ground, defeated. This fog was extremely odd, and it prickled the hairs on his body until they stood on end, as a cat will when danger is near.
Tetra smirked in triumph, eyes flashing. She didn't have to have him know just yet that this fog gave her the creeps as well, and she would land…if she knew where she was. The compass they had been using went haywire as soon as the fog got so thick you could barely see two feet in front of you.
Four years had passed since the fall of Gannondorf. Link was now a slim sixteen year old who had grown abnormally quiet as of late; and Tetra was a seventeen year old, stubborn, and keeping everyone away from her by acting coldly. Both had grown to be almost friends, but even with four years with each other, they kept the other and an arm length of distance and would allow nothing more.
Link was still the lowest on the chain of pirates, and still had to do the laundry, wash the dishes, and cook for everyone else. He had grown to be a great cook.
The sound of a door opening and closing sounded behind her, and she caught a glimpse just in time to see Link dejectedly making his way out. She thought she heard: "Why doesn't she trust me?" before the door shut all the way, but it was too quiet to be too sure. She doubted he said it. Link never talked to himself.
Tetra started pacing around the galley, thinking of the problem at hand. They were sailing in a straight line, had been for several days now, with this stupid fog…
She closed her eyes and rubbed her temple. Link seemed to be the only one besides her that noticed something dreadfully wrong about the going ons about here. Grumbling, she made herself sit down, for pacing was only going to make her dizzy. Scratch that. It had made her dizzy. The age-old secret of sea-sickness erupted in her stomach, and her hands flew to her throat.
'Not now…' she cursed bitterly, gritting her teeth. She had always been one for getting seasickness easily, and in the most stressful moments. A cliché, perhaps, that she was captain of a pirate ship. Nausea passed quickly, for she had gotten used to controlling herself; but her vision still swam in blurriness.
Someone slammed into the room, but she couldn't see. She concentrated on getting her vision back.
"Tetra!" someone shouted, and she recognized it as Link. His voice was high and panicky.
"What?" she rasped, and her eyesight cleared slightly.
"The crew…" his face paled and he broke out in cold sweat. "The crew…" he stammered along.
"What?" she repeated, not liking this. Worry gnawed at the edge of her conscious.
"Gone," Link said simply, "They're all…gone."