Inside the inn one of the staff shows the old man to a room where he places me on the bed and makes his way to the door. I know what you're thinking ask where you are, am I right? I thought so. You must realise that although I would have loved to ask him however I can't, wouldn't you find it strange having just told someone where they are having to tell them again? And these people believe in pirates and magical equators, they're obviously mad.
The room I'm in is nice though, well I say nice, what I really mean is very alpha-male. They have the signature antler and dears head to point out to all visitors that they won in an unfair fight. The walls are coffee brown to match the antlers and the old, battered closet on the left hand-side of the room. The carpet is a bloody red colour with little white patterns that look like teeth. The place itself seems very nice, a quiet little village, with a quiet little inn I suppose.
I feel something strange come over me suddenly nausea and exhaustion at the same time, I collapse onto the bed, let out a huge sigh and allow the night shadows at the corners of my vision take over.
Lola stands before me looking menacing, her eyes mirror my strange ones, a deep, dark purple with specs of sky blue. She moves towards me her strange eyes never leaving my face.
"You're a freak! I wish you were never born!" Her words cut deep again, I don't hear the cackle from Marissa this time, I feel it, cutting me inside, making me feel so small. I try to look forwards at her but I can't see her any more instead all I can see is the shimmer of green candle light on ocean waves. The man on the strange boat picks up the cross on his back, a sound like the unsheathing of a sword can be heard, I realise it isn't a holy item it's a weapon, sacrilege. He points the sword at me, ready to plunge it into my flesh, I don't try to stop him, it would be better not to right? Suddenly he opens his mouth and a strange voice comes out.
"Wake up!" That old mans voice, how strange. "You need some food." How does this man know that I'm hungry, and why unsheathe his sword for such a trivial matter? He suddenly grabs my shoulder and shakes me lightly.
"Urrrgggghhhh." I acknowledge the man in the only friendly way I can after being asleep. "What tiiime is it?" I say yawning loudly.
"Nine in the morning lassy, time to get up." I sit up quickly, regretting it afterwards as my sight swims slightly.
"Listen kid, we need to give you some food then get you to the mayor." The mayor, yes, a mayor likes repeating the place name of where he has been elected to rule, as it were. This is perfect I can know the name without even having to ask. Wait though, is it natural for a person who was just found to have to see the mayor? If you ask me, which this old man probably should be doing instead of presuming I want to see his mayor, seeing a mayor for no reason isn't a reason for seeing a mayor at all; meaning the mayor has a problem with me being here.
"Are you gonna sit there all day?" The old man asked looking somewhat flustered now, I suppose I could humour him and his mayor, it would be rude of me to remain in this town without explaining something to the mayor, the problem is what do I tell him?
The mayors' house is right in the centre of the town, not far from the inn. The building itself is obviously expensive, painfully more expensive than most of the houses in town put together. The doors are at least eight feet tall and made out of old oak, something hard to come by now. On entering the house it looks strange, like an expensive hotel reception. The mayors' door was the fifth the left, behind a heavy, light coloured, wooden door. Inside the room a fat balding man sat scribbling with an old fashioned pen on some parchment. Now I'm not your usual prejudice girl but the first words that popped into my head were "smug bastard!" The fat little man looked up with a fake, pompous smile on his face as if this was a surprise and that he hadn't requested my presence nor had his receptionist just stated that I was here, what a vane git!
"Ah. Lovely, lovely and you are?" He looked at me over his round glasses in a way that I'm sure he thought made him look intelligent, now maybe I'm being harsh but I swear to you now it made him look like a pig dressed as a librarian or perhaps a count. Also correct me if I'm wrong but is it not much more polite to introduce yourself first? Any way he let me stay in that inn for free (or the old man did) so it's best not to take his kindness and be rude back. I put on my sweetest voice and reply:
"I'm Angel LeBlanc a pleasure to meet you." He takes a second to process my name, as if filing it away, then picks up a pile of what looks like wanted posters (though they were probably made on the internet.) and flicked through them quickly, what a rude little man. He got to the last piece of paper, took one last look at me before flicking through them again, seeming some what pleased about something, he lifted his hand and did a swatting motion, the old man next to me grabbed my arm and we both left. I was simply appalled, even if he is mayor what makes him think he can act like that to me?
"So you're not a pirate then?" The old man finally asked as we left the mayors' house. I couldn't stop myself, I snorted loudly, and he looked at me still waiting for my answer.
"Pirates don't exist." I replied simply. The man suddenly stopped, I stopped too, what was wrong with him?
"Where are you from?" He asked suddenly, what a strange question, surely my accent points it out clearly.
"America," I replied, he looked confused "The USA." I answered again. He looked even more confused.
"Is that further up the grand line?" He asked conversationally turning and walking with me again. This time I stopped.
"What's the grand line?" I asked, it was his turn to answer my questions; he gawked at me, as if asking me if I was for real.
"Well the grand line is…" He stopped, possibly collecting his thoughts and then started again, he made several attempts at explaining this "Grand line." All failed terribly and simply made me more confused. Now I may have stated before that I'm not very good at geography but I can tell you right now I know where America is, I also know that there are only a select few (if any countries) that don't know of its existence.
"So tell me," Came a voice from my right, I turned to see the intelligent man from yesterday, "Who are you and how did you get beyond the grand line." I was suddenly frightened, the man's voice had become threatening. Don't get me wrong I'm by no means weak, but I'm a psychic in a world I don't know or understand, I don't know how to get home and worse I have no one I can trust.