How about I say it to your mom, eh? She's waitin' for me!
"Miss?" the captain of the Dorothy was becomming a little concerned. "Are you ill?"
Jasmine hadn't eaten, drank anything, spoken, or even moved a muscle ever since the ship had set sail. It was 3:00 am now, and the captain wanted to check on her. It was dark; the only light sources were the lights on the side of the ship, and the lights transmitting from the inner deck that looked over yonder.
The captain carried a large lantern, and walked slowly up to the motionless Jasmine.
She had been sitting on the tip of the boat, staring out into the beyond. The chef had claimed that she just waved her hand when he offered her her food. The captain wanted to take her inside, and put her to sleep. He was on the brink of being frightened by Jasmine's pale, statue-like appearance. Her jet black hair didn't even seem to be any affected by the blowing wind.
She seemed sad.
"Miss?" the captain repeated. "Please tell me if there's something wrong, Miss."
Extremely slowly, Jasmine turned her head to look at the captain. He was completely creeped out now.
Her face was very pale, and by only looking at her eyes, you'd think both that she were about to throw up, and that she was a zombie. Her lips sagged, like they were numb, and her ears were red like an apple.
"M-m-Miss?" the captain quivered.
"Yes?" Jasmine then realized how cracked and dry her throat was, and so started cackling and coughing to make the awkwardness in her throat subside. The captain noticed that her pale face started to color and darken before his eyes.
"Are you gonna come inside?" the captain asked. "You must be hungry!"
"Not really," Jasmine answered nicely.
"Well... why are you out here all alone? Don't you feel tired, or thirsty?"
"Not really," Jasmine repeated.
"So... what's going on?" the captain asked.
"I dunno," Jasmine looked back into the ocean. "I just... I can't help this feeling of trouble to come. Something's going on, alright, but I'm sure that it's against us!"
"But Miss," the captain came closer. "You're just looking for buried treasure. There's no harm in that."
"That's what I'm saying!" Jasmine objected. "Zeean said that powerful people will be there! That doesn't make sense! How the hell can a small buried treasure stir through the minds of strong guys that are 'like us'. God!"
"I understand you plight, Miss," the captain said. "But I still think that you should actually get some sleep. It's quite late... or early... depending on your view point."
Jasmine turned her head, and glared at him for a moment. Then, she stood up, winced as her legs cramped up and cracked, but then got up and walked inside.
"I'm sure this buried treasure would be worth it."
