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Aw, great! Just great!

I'm stuck up here two stories off the ground hanging here by one arm. So much for relaxation and if anyone walks past they'll know how to get up here and if I drop I'll probably break my leg or arm, whichever one I land on first.

Awwww man.

My arm was growing weak. Ok now I had to act quick or suffer some sort of extreme pain. Alright so my right arm is holding me up if I could just get my other arm up there then-

My trail of thought was interrupted by me screaming 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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The ledge had crumbled and I fell. I curled myself into a tight ball hoping I wouldn't hit anything too hard when, suddenly, I wasn't falling anymore.

Strange. . .there is no pain. . . did I maybe die while falling? My poor heart had beat itself out? Maybe if I just stay here.

A few minutes passed and I grew aware of something holding me, its warmth keeping me from getting cold and a soft breeze kissed my cheek.

Ok, I'm definitely not dead. . .I think.

I cracked open an eyelid to see a fuzzy blue piece of clothing. Curious, I opened my eyes and my gaze was met with worried brown ones. It was Jesse. As soon as he saw I was conscious he immediately looked relieved. He smiled 'You're heavy you know.'

That unexpected remark made me smile a bit.

'Sorry.'

He put me on the ground slowly.

'Are you ok, Nami?'

'Yeah, I think I'm ok.'

Although, tomorrow morning I'll probably be all bruised.

Jesse looked up at the cliff I was climbing, 'What were you doing up there?' He said distractedly.

'Uh, Nothing!'

He ignored me and started climbing the cliff by himself. He was about half way up when he glanced down at me, 'Hey, this time if I fall you make sure you catch me ok?'

I could only stare and nod.

A few minutes past and he finally reached the top. 'Hey Nami?' He called down to me, 'Can I hang a rope ladder from up here to make it safer for you next time u decide to climb up here?'

'Whatever,' I mumbled, I was a bit annoyed the ledge didn't crumble for him 'Can we hide it behind something because not many people know about this.'

He glanced around for a while before he spotted a vine/bush that dangled all the way to the ground. Above it was a conveniently placed boulder. He walked over to it and tied the ropy bit of the ladder around it in a tight secure knot. He then threw the ladder down to me. The ladder was difficult to find unless you knew what you were looking for. Slowly I climbed it, hoping that the knot wouldn't give way.

I eventually reached the top. Jesse offered his hand to help pull me up but I ignored it.

I didn't need any help.

My mind stubbornly refused to remember that I might be just a big splat of Nami on the ground if he wasn't there.

When I reached the top I became aware of the fact he may want to follow me around to make sure I was ok. I turned to face him 'Hey, I appre-'

He was walking away from me. He paused and without looking at me,' Huh? What? I'm just going to explore, you stay safe now.' He kept walking without a glance at me.

I smiled to myself.

That guy isn't so bad. I thought he was like Marlin is to Celia. Clingy, concerned and babysits you.

He was walking in the direction of the sea. I watched him walk away for a bit, noticing for the first time he held a fishing rod. That he could climb the cliff wall with the fishing rod was impressive and my impression of him grew a bit but when I realized it was only 2pm, it shrunk. He couldn't have finished cleaning up the fields already especially after he had to entertain us this morning.

That's none of my business. It's not your problem if the farmer is too lazy to do his own fields and would rather go fishing. You came here to relax.

Whenever I come up here I always go to the cliff overlooking the Goddess Pond. My favourite part is where the waterfall is. In order to go across you have to climb the trees.

I finally reached the place. The scenery here is always beautiful and the water makes the air lovely and cool in the summer. I could see Muffy and Lumina chatting down below me.

My feet for some reason, kept walking until they stopped at the cliffs overlooking Jesse's farm. I know I said I didn't care but I was curious at whether Jesse was the type of person to leave his farm alone.

What I saw amazed me. I mean it wasn't perfect but it was a start.

All the weeds were cleared away as were all the stones and branches but there still were boulders and stumps littering his land.

On the right side of the field (right as in when you enter the farm) in neat rows going vertically down were prepared land dotted with seeds. Little sign posts were placed systematically along the rows to indicate what sort of crop would one day be harvested there.

On the left side of the field (left as in. . .blah blah same as above) grass seeds had been scattered and the area had been marked out to show where future buildings would be. The silo would be next to two animal barns, two bird sheds would be surrounding a future pond, in rows of twos would be the mushroom shed, maker shed, stone and lumber shed. There were many empty 2x2 squares where trees will one day grow.

I had to admit, I was impressed. That he had managed to complete so much in less than a day, still have time for fishing and he hadn't passed out yet. He may really be a good rival for Vesta.

I wonder whether he's having much luck with his fishing?

I decided to see where he went and retraced my steps. It took me almost an hour to find him but I did. I had to backtrack several times as there isn't a real path up here so it gets confusing.

Jesse was sitting on the edge of the cliff next to the sea, his fishing line seemed like an endless string dangling into the sea. Next to him was his catch, one small fish and a pile of cans and boots.

I walked up to him without saying anything and sat next to him (on the side without the fish and etcetera). He looked up at my arrival but said nothing. I started reading.

We just sat there for the rest of the afternoon in silence. The silence wasn't awkward or uncomfortable it was just a friendly silence. I was glad he didn't say anything to me.

I helped him carry his catch back to his farm. At the fork he bid me goodbye. It was the first thing he had said to me since I joined him and it kind of startled me.

'Hey Jesse. The best time to catch fish is late at night and before nine in the morning.'

He smiled and walked away.

Today was. . .different.

I was climbing a cliff when Jesse ended up saving me because the rock crumbled.

We ended up spending the rest of the day together. I did end up relaxing.

Yeah. Maybe I was imagining things about that painting. I probably just really liked it or something.

I was in the painting.

No, I'm not in the painting. I'm just wherever the painting was painted. The scenery was different. There weren't any animals except for a few chickens and the land wasn't very developed. Maybe this was before the farm reached its peak?

I'm standing at the entrance of the farm where I can see the whole area. The sun is beating down on my back.

Yep, it's Summer alright. I walked over to stand underneath the trees. The shade gave some relief from the heavy heat.

The slamming of a door caught my attention. The farm door had been slammed and a young boy walked out of it. His hands were curled in fists, his eyes trying to hold back tears. He was obviously trying not to show his emotions. The door opened again and this time an elderly man came out. He slowly walked up to the boy. The man tried comforting him but the boy just shrugged off the gentle hand on his shoulder. The man tried to say something to the boy. He just ran away a bit and turned to face the man.

'THEY'RE NOT DEAD, GRANDPA! THEY'RE NOT! They're not! They can't!' He screamed at his grandfather. His screams of denial slowly quieted, the boy's composure disappeared. He started weeping uncontrollably. The grandfather now took a hesitant step forward before running as fast as his legs could take him and this time the boy allowed himself to be comforted.

I looked away and discovered there were tears on my cheeks as well.