07-30-2019, 11:17 AM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]She almost felt sad, hosting this event. There's something very personal about it - maybe it's the fact that everyone could do it; it was their own wishes and aspirations. Maybe it's the thought of doing it last year, holding a certain nostalgia with it, while also feeling a sense of...adversity from the wishes she'd made before. Things had changed so much, in such a short amount of time. It had happened just days before her back had been destroyed, her young mind had filled with paranoia, and her path would be set on one filled with confusion, fear, and one fatal mistake that nearly lead to her unfair execution. Her world had been flipped upside down and it took the rest of the year for her to bring it right side up again, but even then, it isn't quite right. It's still different. Change didn't wait for the world to be ready for it; it was up to the world to adapt, but that, too, took more time than change often granted.
Last year, when this event took place, she had been a young bengal cat. She had her brother at her side, her papa leading strong, her aunts making their place, her friends close, and a general love filled for everyone and everything. The world was good, and it was so kind to her. She knew it was, and all she had wanted was to give back to it all. That had been her three wishes. Now, she's captain, and many of her friends and family are long gone - whether they've disappeared and gone off to live their own lives or simply died as death eventually took most everyone. She still remains, with her feather earring, and the island, too. Those are the constants. They're different, but still the same, and offered something to ground her at least.
"Is' time for lantern wishes," the tigress would eventually call out throughout the territory, hoping to gather her crewmates attention. And, eventually when others started to show up to Barracuda Bay, the female would gesture towards a pile of the currently flat cloths, a bucket filled with brushes, and several little bowls with ink inside of them next to it. She would sigh silently, forcing a warm smile to her features. It was almost lonely, doing this now. "Pick a lantern n' write or draw two or three wishes o' yours, or 'ave someone do it for ya. When you're done, you're free t' write your name, or leave it anonymous, n' we'll send 'em off in our sailboats to float out into the sea for good fortune." Before, it was mainly the captain's job to set them all off, but now they've got their sailboats, she'd like to encourage crewmates to free their own lanterns where they chose.
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Last year, when this event took place, she had been a young bengal cat. She had her brother at her side, her papa leading strong, her aunts making their place, her friends close, and a general love filled for everyone and everything. The world was good, and it was so kind to her. She knew it was, and all she had wanted was to give back to it all. That had been her three wishes. Now, she's captain, and many of her friends and family are long gone - whether they've disappeared and gone off to live their own lives or simply died as death eventually took most everyone. She still remains, with her feather earring, and the island, too. Those are the constants. They're different, but still the same, and offered something to ground her at least.
"Is' time for lantern wishes," the tigress would eventually call out throughout the territory, hoping to gather her crewmates attention. And, eventually when others started to show up to Barracuda Bay, the female would gesture towards a pile of the currently flat cloths, a bucket filled with brushes, and several little bowls with ink inside of them next to it. She would sigh silently, forcing a warm smile to her features. It was almost lonely, doing this now. "Pick a lantern n' write or draw two or three wishes o' yours, or 'ave someone do it for ya. When you're done, you're free t' write your name, or leave it anonymous, n' we'll send 'em off in our sailboats to float out into the sea for good fortune." Before, it was mainly the captain's job to set them all off, but now they've got their sailboats, she'd like to encourage crewmates to free their own lanterns where they chose.
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NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.