Durango Bay. Three days west from North America.
1:00 am at darkness.
Trippz was controlling the boat while almost everyone was asleep in the ship bunkers. Fuego, on the other hand, was on the Unity Hearts bus. It was a 1972 Crown School Bus. It had three stripes all of the same size. The top and bottom stripes were dark purple and the middle stripe was dark grey. Fuego's eyes for some reason glowed green. She was listening to Miserable At Best by Mayday Parade on the bus's radio. She couldn't sleep because she felt like she needed someone next to her. Although she knew it wasn't going to happen, she just sat on the bus wide awake, staring into the distance beyond the trees around the water. Something came to her though. She'd never thought before. She was 15. Maybe it just wasn't time for love to come around yet after all. After thinking on that, she got sleepy and began to fall asleep.
Wednesday, November 10, 2011.
Palomino Sea. Two days west from North America.
8:51 am at daylight.
Trippz wasn't very hungry at the moment. She stayed in control of the ship as she was the only one that really knew where they were supposed to be going. In a lower level of the ship, the rest of the Unity Hearts members were eating.
Dining room of the ship.
"Fuego, are you going to eat?" asked Anti-Drug Ninetails.
"No, stupid." said Fuego.
Fuego had always called Anti-Drug Ninetails names since Carta came along. Anti-Drug Ninetails never knew why, but it was because he was lucky enough to have someone.
"I was just asking." said Anti-Drug Ninetails.
"I'm not hungry." Fuego lied, got up from the table and went to an empty bedroom.
She threw chairs, broke wooden desks, tore up books and other things. She sat down on the bed and began to cry when she saw a page. It was a title page. It read "THE CURSE OF THORN". It showed a symbol that almost looked hand drawn. It looked very similar to a triangular flag, but there was a line that went up the flat side and the triangle seemed to be in the middle. With no doubt, this had to be the symbol of Thorn.
She sat down at a vanity and cut the symbol thrice under her left eye. They were in an up and down column, perfectly alligned. Now with the cuts, she almost looked as if she were crying blood.
Dining room.
"Shouldn't someone go talk to her?" asked Flutter.
"She'll be fine." said Carta.
"Can we please be less rude, DEAR!" said Anti-Drug Ninetails.
"Yeah." said Prue. "She's going through something right now."
"Well, DEAR, if you want her to be talked to, talk to her yourself!" said Carta.
"You're kidding me, right?" asked Flutter. "She's been totally hating him lately."
"I'll try to talk to her." said Anti-Drug Ninetails.
"Are you guys playing some funny game I don't know about?" asked Prue.
"NO." Anti-Drug Ninetails said bitterly.
"Okay." said Prue. "Just checking."