Okay, everyone, I finally updated this story. I know it took me forever, but hey, I've been busy. Anyways, I worked very hard on this chapter. You may have noticed that the last chapter was a bit of a cross over from Legend of Zelda: the Wind Waker. There is a bit more of that in this chapter too, i.e. the elixir of life and Granny. And btw, the character "Granny" is supposed to talk sort of strangely. Most of her sentences are not proper grammar, but they were meant to be that way for effect. So R&R!

"Take deep breathes. Deep breathes." The forty-five year old looked down at the package he held in his hand. The tape recorder was wrapped in a piece of brown paper tied with a piece of string. It was his duty to give this package to Elli Sparrow, it was even his idea, but now he didn't feel quite so sure.

Owen looked back over his shoulder. He stood on a high hill above the coast of Forget-me-not Valley. Docked against the small beach was the ship of his captain, Tetra. She was young, but had spirit enough for two adults. He adored her, had never lied to her (except about his age), and always seemed to keep her out of trouble. She was almost like his daughter.

Owen saddened at this thought. Tetra wasn't his daughter. He hadn't seen his real daughter in about eight years. He took the photo of her out of his pocket. He rubbed the photo with his thumb feeling the smooth paper. She stood smiling happily next to Roy wearing a long blue dress with a white apron. She was so much older now, no longer the little girl he had left. His little Elli was a full grown woman.

Putting the photo back into his pocket, he decided to find directions to her house. The first person he saw was a young girl with shockingly red hair. She dressed much like a boy, with a short hair cut to match. Sulking away, her face was wearing a very peeved expression.

"Excuse me, miss," the pirate began, "but have you-"

"Go to hell," she retorted before he even finished. She walked away crossly.

"Okay…" he said sort of confused.

"Wait, Nami! Come back!" A man with brown hair and suspenders was calling after the sour girl that Owen had just met. The man stopped out of breath from running after her. He looked up and noticed Owen for the first time.

"Hey," the stranger said after regaining his breath.

"Hey," Owen greeted. "What's with her?"

"Oh, that's just Nami. She acts so tough, but I know on the inside she is just a sweet little kitten. I guess she didn't think so though and she stormed off just like that."

"Oh. Could you tell me were Elli Sparrow lives? I need to give her something."

"I know who you're talking about! That's my mate's fiancée. She doesn't actually live here, but according to Roy she is in that house over there." He turned and pointed to a house rather large in comparison to the ones next to it. Owen recognized this house though he had only been there a couple times many years ago. This house, or at least one time, belonged to his niece, Celia.

As he got closer to the house, he began to worry. What would he say to her? There was so much he wanted to share, and so much that he wanted to ask. Possibly, actually quite likely, she would be mad at him. After all, she thought he was dead when he had really been part of the crew that she believed to have been his murderer.

The house stood before him. Stuffing the package into his coat pocket, he encircled the house searching for a window. He found one on the side of the house which he peered into. Through the curtains he could see his daughter. Sitting on a couch with a blanket draped over her, she held a thick book that she was reading intently. Owen felt his heart skip a beat. Now the thought her being repulsed when she found the truth came back to mind. Maybe its best she didn't know, he thought to himself. He thought of all the people he had robbed and helped to capture, all the innocent people that had fallen victim to Tetra and her mighty crew. He was a sorry excuse for a person.

Owen approached the door. Half of him wanted to knock on the door, and half of him wanted to stay outside. His head felt dizzy with anticipation. The unanswered question of what to say came back into mind. Wiping the sweat that had gathered on his forehead he raised a shaking fist ready (or not ready) to knock on the wooden door.

Elli looked up from her book when she heard the sound of a knock at the door. She looked around the room making sure that Celia wouldn't be coming back into the living room, (she, and everyone else, wouldn't even let her get up to get the door), swung her feet off the couch and trotted over to the door. She always loved company, and hopefully it wouldn't be Dr Hardy with her daily walnut-sized pill. Elli turned the metal handle and swung the door open.

There was a package, but no trace of who had left it.

Outset Island was not known for crystal waters, for breath taking views, or for anything really interesting to do there. The water was far from crystal; murky at best. The plant life was not exceedingly beautiful: a few trees dotted here and there, weeds along the mountain cliff, maybe a defeated looking flower bed alongside one of the residential huts. But for some reason, when Roy and Doctor stepped onto the island, they found it as crowded as a book store the day Harry Potter first comes onto the shelves.

Roy looked about the swarm of people. All seemed to be trying to get through to a certain hut. This hut, as Roy and Doctor soon found out, was unfortunately the exact hut they were trying to reach.

Doctor looked down at his watch. It read 8:59. "They must not be opened quite yet," he observed. Roy was craning his neck to try and get a glimpse of hut that was the one answer to saving his fiancée.

"Give me a lift," Roy said to the Doctor, still trying to peek over the top of the crowd. Doctor held his hands out, his fingers laced together. Roy then propped himself up, leaning on a nearby tree, and Doctor's head. He saw the door with a sign on it that read "Grandma's Home Cooked Soups, closed." The door creaked open and a small, hunched over old woman with a grey bun on her head stepped out and flipped the sign over. This side read "Open, come in. And wipe your damn feet."

Suddenly the flush of people began to move towards the house. Everyone was yelling and pushing and being aggressive the way people are when they want something bad enough. Doctor was shoved in his shoulder and stumbled with Roy still using his shoulder as a support for his foot. With Doctor moving, the farmer lost his balance and toppled over, luckily landing on a rather obese (but sweaty) tourist.

Doctor helped Roy to his feet. "Ugh, you have some serious BO! Get some deodorant!" he said covering his nose. Doctor wasn't the only one who had noticed. There seemed to be suddenly a 2 ft space around Roy, as though he was in a bubble that no one could get enter. Shrugging, the two men easily made their way through the crowd without being hassled, pushed, or touched what so ever.

Stepping up the wooden stairs, Doctor and Roy stood aside as several people moved out of the store, each giving Roy a disgusted look. Inside the shop were shelves and shelves of different potions, soups, elixirs, and that sort of thing. The old woman that had turned the sign around was sitting at a desk in the back of the shop telling something to a little girl. At first the room seemed crowded, but after a few minutes, it seemed to have emptied out (especially after the man that had broken Roy's fall stepped inside).

"Hello, hello!" the old woman said as the two men stepped forward to the desk. "How Granny help you two young men today?" She laced her fingers together and rested her hands against the desk.

"We need some Elixir of Life. Do you have any?"

Granny's mouth opened and she let out a long excited "Oh."

"You! I know who you are! You friends of Dr. Hardy! Oh yes, yes, yes." She smiled gleefully and added, "I know it you because he said one is a silly farmer boy that can't tell a hospital dress from a prom dress, and the other is a handsome doctor. Rich too. You aren't busy tonight, eh?"

Doctor shuddered. "Wait, Dr. Hardy said that about me?" Roy asked. Granny ignored him and began to search around in a cabinet on the wall labeled 'special orders'.

"Ah, here it is." She took out a bottle filled to the brim with a sparkling yellow liquid. "One bottle of Elixir of Life. Dr Hardy pay in advance so you free to go." She handed doctor the bottle. Turning to Roy she called out "Hey, you! Farmer! Quit drinking my last bottle of Essence of Ostrich. I have to export it from Morocco, you know. It ain't cheap."

Roy spat out what ever he had left in his mouth all over the fat tourist. "It looked like Cool Aid," he defended.

"LINK!" The old woman called out suddenly and loudly, making everyone jump. Roy noticed for the first time a door behind Granny's desk. It swung open and a guy about his age stuck his head out of the door. He was clad in green and looked rather like a Santa's elf-reject. His blonde hair was covered by a long pointed green cap.

"Yes, Granny?" he asked exasperated.

"You done walking Frou-Frou yet?

"Yes, Granny" he answered as he opened the door a little wider and a small and shaggy and vicious looking dog crawled out and hoped onto Granny's lap. The dog, or Frou-Frou, had its eyes covered with hair, but you could tell that if they were visible they would be red and evil looking. Granny patted the small dog on its head.

"Good. Now get to work on mopping up the floor." Link sighed and grabbed a mop in one hand and dragged a large bucket full of murky water behind across the floor with the other.

"Most Grandma's make their grandchildren cookies," Link mumbled to no one in particular. "Mine make me work for her on minimum wage."

"Err," Doctor said, turning the conversation back onto the elixir. "I suppose we should be making our way home…"

"Oh, what the rush? Come, come. Stay for a bit. At least let me get you some lemonade," Granny said ushering them to sit in two chairs by her desk. Opening what looked like a file cabinet, the two men saw that the drawer was not filled with files but with ice and bottles of lemonade. "For emergencies," she said as she took two out and handed them to Doctor and Roy.

"Could I have some lemonade?" Link asked hopefully.

"No. No lemonade for you."

"Business sure seems to be going well," Roy said as more people filled the shop.

"Yes, yes. Everyone wants potions. Potions for love, potions for hair, potions for BO…," she paused to look at Roy, "the list go on," Granny said sort of annoyed. Then her expression changed. "You, know love potion very popular. People put them in everything," she said eyeing Doctor. "Medicine, food, drinks…"

Doctor suddenly looked very nervous and stared down at the bottle of lemonade in his hand. Lost for words, he looked between the bottle and Granny who was trying to look innocent. "Thanks for everything, bye!" he said hurriedly and ran out the door.

Elli looked around. What was going on? Someone just left a package here. With no idea who dropped it or what it was, Elli picked up the parcel and carried it inside. Flopping down on the couch, she looked down at what she had in her hand. It was small, hard, and wrapped in brown paper. It must be for Celia, she thought to herself.

Unless it wasn't for Celia. This package could be for her. Elli shook her head at her own arrogance. What was she saying? Why would someone give her something? No one except Roy even knew she was staying here.

Elli looked down at the parcel again. Roy. It could be from Roy. Oh, how she wanted it to be from him. It could be anything, anything at all, and she would love it if it was from him…

"Wait, a minute!" Elli said aloud suddenly. She was mad at him, he cheated on her Everything came back now: the girl, the letter she received from Celia, him leaving. It just didn't seem fair. Roy was perfect, absolutely perfect. Elli buried her face in her hands in frustration. She wanted to forgive him so badly, but how could she after what he had done? And even if she did forgive him, he had gone back to Mineral Town without her. He didn't want her; he didn't care.

The package fell suddenly to the ground knocking Elli out of her deep, aggravated thoughts. She picked it up and played with the string it was tied with. If it was Roy, then that meant he did care. If it was from Roy, that meant he wanted to forget about what happened. That was what she wanted too. Elli decided right there to open the package. If it was from her fiancée, she would forgive him. If it wasn't, then she would just give it to Celia.

Elli ripped the paper open very slowly and gingerly. When all the brown wrapping was removed, she saw that it was a tape recorder. Curiously, she pressed the play button. Suddenly, the room was filled with music, the strumming of a guitar. Then, she heard a voice. The recording was fuzzy and not very clear, but she could immediately tell who was singing.

Elli gulped. It was from her Roy. She listened to the song. It was beautiful, just like him. A single tear rolled down her cheek and dripped onto her finger. Then the music stopped. She was about to turn it off when she heard Roy's voice say "Wait, hold it a second," as if on cue. She stopped and waited for something to happen. Then, it did.

"Elli, that was for you. I want to say I am sorry. Sorry for failing to bring you your medicine. I am sorry that neither of us may make it to our wedding day; you being too weak to stand and I, in the middle of the ocean left here by pirates to die. But let my last note to you be one of joy, not sorrow, though I know it is difficult in these grave times. I love you, more than any man could ever love a woman. I love you more than life it self and if I could give my life for yours I would do it faster than a blink of an eye, though that doesn't really make a difference now since I am losing mine anyways.

Elli burst into tears as the rest of the message played. When it was over, she flung the recorder across the room hitting the wall which caused the electronic to break with a loud crack. "NO!" she shouted, her voice shaking. "It's not true. It's not true!" The last true was choked by a fresh outbreak of tears.

Celia came into the room looking frantic. "What happened!" she asked seeing Elli's tear-stained face. She rushed to her cousin's side and put a comforting arm around her. "What's the matter?" she said in her caring voice, though this time it was deep with concern.

"He...He...He's dead," she croaked at last and broke into fresh sobs.

"What?" Celia gave her cousin a perplexed look. "Who's dead?"

"Roy!" she shouted wiping her red eyes. "I got the tape recorder that said he was captured by pirates. The pirates never take prisoners, never! They take them and , that's what everyone says."

"You, you, don't know that for sure," she said, her usual optimistic attitude showing, though Elli could trace a hint of doubt in her voice.

"My father was captured by pirates. I have never seen him since. And this was eight years ago! If he was alive, don't you think he would come for me?"

"I-I don't know…" Celia said quietly.

Elli buried her head in her arms, her shoulders moving up and down fiercely as she cried. "And he didn't go to Mineral Town. He was going to get medicine for me! It's all my fault! And now he is dead!

"Hush, Elli. It's not your fault at all. Why, if it's anyone's fault its Doctor's! He was the one that planned the whole trip and…" her voice trailed off when realization struck. "He-he-he was with Roy. My Hillary, he is gone too!" she said quietly, her voice becoming high pitched. Any encouraging words that she was about to say left her completely as her eyes swelled with tears at the thought of losing her fiancée.

Both sobbing, the two women held each other fiercely as if when they let go one of them would leave the other, just as Roy and Doctor had. Celia gripped onto Elli's blue dress as her cousin buried her face in her dress. For several minutes, they just sat on Celia's couch and cried, their faces becoming red and blotchy. Then Elli noticed a vase of forget-me-nots in a vase on Celia's table. She remembered Roy's words, "I love you Elli and I always will. When you see this flower, think of that."

In a voice so quiet it was almost nonexsistenet, she whispered "I will, Roy. I will."

You, know, I here that clicking on that pretty little purple button down there is good luck. (Hint hint).

TTFN-

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