~CLAIRE'S POINT OF VIEW~

It's already two in the afternoon, second day of the voyage. I was so cautious here in the ship.

People looked at me suspiciously. Whenever they stare, I would look away, wishing that they would just leave me alone. The whole damn day was like a staring contest for them; whoever held on to his or her gaze longer at me had a better chance of winning. Yeah right. My Goddess! How on earth could I forget that I was known? that I am a daughter of two billionaires? A Heathers?

I sighed heavily.

Just a few more hours, I thought. The captain said a while ago that we'll reach Mineral Town by five.

I was sitting on a luxurious chair out in the sun. I covered my face with a towel beside me. I didn't care anymore whose towel was this. The sun was blazing. Sweat prickled on my face, and it was sure red hot. I mumbled unintelligibly. Well, I can't go back inside, people would start staring again.

A soft, cool hand held my arm. I almost jumped.

I removed the towel from my face. There, a man stood- russet-skinned, lean and blond, wearing nothing but blue jerseys. He blinked twice in surprise. Now I know why. He was trying to get this towel- which I assume is his- off my face and I guess, in an impolite manner. And when he saw my face...

"Oh, sorry miss. I-I.." he stammered.

"Is this towel yours?" I asked him.

"Yeah, but you can have it, honey." he grinned.

"No thanks. Here." I threw the towel far behind him, so he would give me some space. He was just inches away from my face.

"No really. I don't care anymore about the towel." He didn't even turned back.

I wanted to say something really bad.

I sighed in relief when another man- skin ivory white with aquamarine eyes and red hair that touched his shoulders- tapped him on his back.

"Er-hem." he coughed. "You are being rude to a lady."

"Oh for the love of Goddess," the blond guy replied. "This is none of your business."

"Yes it is. Now leave her before I call on the crew."

"Who are you anyway? You're not even her boyfriend." He smirked mockingly.

"Who says I'm not?" He snapped.

"Oh." the blond guy whispered.

Then he left without a word. I giggled exultantly.

"Dear sir, thank you." I said with such politeness.

"Don't mention it." He smiled sweetly.

Then it hit me.

"S...Skye?" I whispered.

"Who?" he asked, confused.

Isn't this Skye? The Skye I loved? A complete gentleman, a charmer, the alluring aquamarine eyes ... It has to be him. The sweet smile...

"Excuse me? Miss?" he asked again.

"Oh." I whispered to myself.

It's not him. Sigh. I'm imagining things again. Why on earth would Skye even be here, he disregarded me right? And I forgot the most obvious thing: Their hair color are not the same. Stupid, stupid Claire.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were someone familiar..."

"Your mate, I assume?" He smiled politely.

"Yes." I smiled back.

"Aren't you the famous Clarisse Heathers?" He asked again.

I swallowed and my hands trembled.

"Aren't you?" He repeated. "Don't fret, Miss Heathers. From the looks of you, I presume that you want to be unknown. Am I right?"

I nodded.

"Don't worry. I'll help you to become unknown. Come with me."

I guess my face showed a hint of doubt, because he raised his eyebrow.

"Ha ha ha." He laughed lightly. Wow. He was like Skye. "I'm just going to help you disguise... If it's okay to cut your hair ...?"

"Um, okay, sir."

"Just call me Austin." He smiled.

I followed him to his room. He got a briefcase and I assume that his stuff was there.

"Shall we start now?" He asked politely.

I swallowed, then sat on the oak chair.

I'm sure I was going to miss my hair. My long, blond hair that I took care of very affectionately since i was a child...

I closed my eyes and drifted off to dreamland, as the sound of the scissors continued....

clip, clip, clip, clip....

"Miss Heathers?" Austin woke me.

"Huh?" I said in disarray.

"Captain just announced a few minutes ago that Mineral Town's a few kilometers away."

"Really?" My plan's already becoming successful.

"Yes," he smiled then gave me a mirror. "What can you say about yourself now, Miss Heathers?"

"Whoa." was all I could say.

Austin was brilliant; a true genius! I'll admit that I look better this time. He gave me soft bangs- arranged so expertly. My hair was cut short that it reached only my chest. I looked completely different, but dashing as well.

"Austin, thank you so much!" I squeaked.

"You're very much welcome, Miss Heathers." He replied.

"Please just call me Claire."

"Claire." He smiled.

"Oh, I better get to my room now." I suddenly remembered my belongings that I left about two hours ago.

"Okay then, Claire, goodbye."

"Bye Austin! Thank you again for your help!"

I walked hastily to my room. I checked and everything's still in place.

"People," The captain announced. "Please get ready. Mineral Town's just five minutes to reach. I repeat, almost five minutes more."

I felt victorious.

Then before I know it, we reached our destination. I went out of the ship, and stepped on Mineral Town's cool, white sand. Not so bad. People started going to the stair-like structure that goes to the heart of Mineral Town, the Rose Square. Others stayed in the beach, gazing at the sun that was about to set. I tried looking for Austin, but failed.

I shrugged and called Jack. I'm sure he's worried sick that I still haven't called.

"Hello?" a deep, worried voice answered after the second ring.

"Jack, I'm finally here!" I squealed.

"Really? Wow."

"Yeah. Um, Jack, can we just talk later?" I felt surprisingly tired.

"Why?"

"I feel kinda tired."

"Sure. Just call me again when you're okay." Then he hung up.

I started for the stairs, but something hit my head so hard that I fell down and became dizzy. I was still conscious thank Goddess, but the pain stung really badly. Then two people were suddenly beside me.

"Oh! Her head has red scratches... and oozing red stuff." A little girl's voice squeaked.

"Oh no, we gotta take her to Elli!" this time, a little boy's voice spoke.

"Yeah, but how can we carry her?" the girl squeaked again.

"Let's ask help!" the boy said. "Oh! There's Zack! Call him, May!"

"ZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKK!!!" the girl screamed in her little voice.

"Wha..." was all I heard before everything turned black.

~KAI'S POINT OF VIEW~

Second day of my journey to Mineral Town,two in the afternoon, and I AM SO HUNGRY.

I am a great cook, but now that I'm in the middle of the ocean.... Crap.

I've been in the middle of the ocean for almost five hours. Engine broke, and my supply of food was completely depleted. I shouldn't have ate so much in my first day in this speed boat. This morning, I just found out that I only have a can of tuna and cranberry juice left in the storage. And ofcourse , I estimated when I'll reach Mineral Town. It was just three hours, so I devoured the tuna. The next thing I knew, the engine wouldn't start. And now, I'm left with nothing but a half-filled can of cranberry juice.

"Huh, what's that shadow?" I asked myself. I can see a figure, and it's getting nearer to where I am.

"HEEELPP!!!!" I yelled. Then I figured it was boat. Kinda familiar.

And within ten minutes, the boat stopped beside my speedboat. It was Greg! The old fisherman in Mineral Town.

"Greg! Thank Goddess you're here!"

"Whoa. Kai?" He asked in surprised.

"Yes. It's me."

"Hey, nice boat ya got there." He said in his ancient voice.

"Thanks, but she's down, Greg. What should I do? Engine won't start."

"Let me take care of this. Outta my way." He carefully jumped from his boat to mine.

And after half an hour of fixing ...

"She's fine now. Works well." Greg concluded.

"Thanks. So, you heading back to the village?"

"No. I was going to fish for some legendary fish further from this point."

"Oh, see ya in the village Greg."

"Wait, you're going there? It's not summer yet."

"Well... I have a lot to do so..." I stammered.

"Oh I understand... Chef's duty in the shed, right?" He smiled.

"Yeah."

"Well, I'll see you back." And he sailed away.

Five thirty in the afternoon. The sun's setting. The beach came into view, and as I can see it, there were a lot of tourists. I'm so freaking happy that I've finally reached the shore! My plan's a success.

Then I heard little May scream. Zack came to view, and he was carrying... what? a woman?

I sailed to full speed.

I jumped out of the speed boat, just in time to ask May and Stu what happened.

And it looks like a bad time to ask them. The two were fighting. and sobbing.

"It's your fault,Stu! You threw the stone too hard and far!" May squeaked in a very high voice.

"No it isn't! It's your fault! It was your plan to use stones as Frisbee disks!" Stu snapped back.

"What?! We wouldn't be playing it if you didn't broke my Frisbee disk!"

"It's still your fault! I told you to just go home!"

"Hey! I was the one who said that! Stupid Stu!" May screamed.

"STOP IT!" I commanded. Both looked at me with teary eyes, and cried out loud.

What have I done?! I thought. Oh no.

"Stop crying please you two? I'll give you guys free ice cream sometime." I promised.

"Really? They squealed.

"Yes..." I sighed.

"Yay!" They both jumped in happiness.

"Now, tell me what happened to the woman Zack was carrying."

"Uh..." They both looked at each other.

"Well? Tell your uncle Kai."

Then they told me that they were playing Frisbee when Stu accidentally broke the disk. May then suggested to go home. But Stu didn't to, so May came up to use stones instead of disks. So when Stu threw the stone ...

"B-blood came out?!" I blurted in disbelief.

The two nodded.

"Thanks for the story, kiddos. I'm going to check it out... After I talk to Doug. Go home now."

The two ran, going in two different directions.

I grabbed my stuff from my speedboat and walked towards my shed. I grinned, and continued to the inn.

"Finally home." I sighed.