Recap- "You believe that I am psychic beyond any doubt?" I ask thoughtfully. He nods in a thoughtfully. "Then I will tell you that I merely know our destination." He laughs in spite of himself.
"I see." He replies "And did you see him?" He asks.
"No." I reply simply. He nods and turns his head back to the sea. I can feel questions bubbling up inside me that I want to ask. One slips out before I can catch it, before I can hold my tongue. "How did you know I was psychic?" In reality I believe it was the man that told him, the man he was talking to that night when he rescued me. I wait for his response. He appears to be trying to word what he wants to say in his head carefully.
"It was odd at first, I was on my boat sailing towards a ship and I felt a strange presence that smelt of vanilla perfume. The ship I was sailing past was called the 'Marion'" I suck in a breath in deep shock, my first ever vision of this man, all I got was a glimpse of his boat and the name of the ship he was going past. He offers a slight smile and I smile back feeling comforted and yet still uneasy that people know when I see their futures. "It happened several more times. When I was near the beach where I found you I felt something strange." I looked at him waiting for him to continue, his eyes focused on my strange ones, I let my eyes drop to the floor again, waiting for him to continue. "I was just about the move on past that island when I felt something strange, a stinging in my eyes and an ache in my neck." I lifted my head up quickly, staring directly at him, my mouth hanging slightly open. "I heard someone scream for help in my mind and then a pain in my chest as though my ribs had been broken." I'm almost passed myself now; did I somehow connect my mind to his? I don't understand. "Then I smelt that same smell of vanilla, stronger that time though, it was almost like a trail, directly to you." I smile to myself. When dad used to live with mom and me, before Sarah was born, dad and I used to eat vanilla ice cream all the time, mom used to shout at him and tell him it was bad for me. Later after he left I began to associate the scent with happiness, I guess I forgot that I still wear vanilla perfume.
It felt strange that I had somehow sent what was happening to me to him.
"How- I don't understand…" I say slowly looking at the floor as if the answer is written beneath my feet. To my dismay it isn't.
"Did you not call to me?" He asks in a straight forwards manner. I nod a yes to the ground beneath me. "And I heard what was happening in my mind, what is there not understand?" He asked as though this were a simple maths question of two plus two equals four, instead of the difficult algebraic question I could see in my mind where two X and nine Y equals me somehow conveying what's happening in my life to him.
"That's impossible." I answer shortly. He scoffs at me, turning his head slightly in my direction and saying in a mocking way
"You have visions of the future and you believe it is impossible for your thoughts to be shared with me?" I suddenly burst out laughing, when put like that to a normal person it must look like I'm really weird. These thoughts depress me slightly too. To a normal person, I will never be one of those people. Mihawk seemed to sense my depression over something and let me be. The day passed on uneventfully, a few times a fish passed under the raft causing me to become excited and Mihawk to have to pretend that he had never witnessed a fish sailing under the boat before. Over all despite his serious nature I liked the man, he was cool and collected when the weather changed rapidly from thunderstorms to snow to extreme heat. He remained philosophical after I accidentally ate his lunch and after a few questions too many he merely refused to talk. Finally a few hours before sun set I saw it, a shining emerald of an island, shining in the midst of a dark silk sea.
"So uncaring of where they are." Mihawk stated in an annoyed voice, a hint of amusement crossed his voice due to me accidentally hitting myself in the face with a fish I had caught, after faffing about for a while, fearing killing the poor creature the fish obviously got impatient.
"Due to the fact I already know what you're going to say," I replied to his previous comment, Mihawk smiled slightly at this comment and waited patiently for me to carry on. "But I don't like to mess with future conversations so- who?" Mihawk let out a quiet chuckle.
"An old rival of mine." He answered visibly less passionately than the first time he said it. We pulled up to the shore, the boat scraping against the sand in an eerie fashion. In my vision we had been here a lot earlier and the surrounding area wasn't so dark. I clambered out of the boat trying this time not to make a fool out of myself, my wish was granted. I followed after Mihawk ready for him to stop and tell me the details of his rivals. As I was walking cautiously I could swear I could hear a disturbing sound in the trees, a muffled animal of some sort squealing. Mihawk stopped suddenly and I stopped immediately after him.
"Do not be fooled, he is not as weak as he may seem." He says his back to me, almost as though he is speaking to himself. I follow him silently waiting for this rival. This amazing man, who has somehow survived Mihawk's judgement many times. This man who is obviously practiced in the art of fighting to such an extent that he can avoid Mihawk's blows. This man that I am imagining cannot be seen anywhere in this shocking rabble of men. The first question I have takes a detour, born where ever stupid questions come from and comes straight out of my mouth.
"Why is everyone dressed like a pirate?" Mihawk looks at me for a second before turning to the red haired man in the middle of the group.