Boat Trip

The soft cawing of gulls over the crash of waves against the steel of the island bound ferry felt like an orchestra of soft music against her ears. By all comparison to any she had glimpsed since awakening within this age, Stella would silently confess admiration for its unparalleled beauty. Something about the way the light hit the water, something about the way the colors here seemed so vibrant to her ocular senses. She stood alone, apart from the various groups which decorated the large deck. Where some conversed about some bothersome children running amok in their sports game down below, others pointing in awe off toward a school of dolphins in the break, the witch held her gaze on the destination bobbing on the uneven horizon beyond.

The ruminations within her vastly contrasted with the scene she found herself in, for all the tranquility that surrounded her, a tumultuous storm still raged within. The blond thought back to that flight before Arcose all those years ago, spent inside the brig after discovering Hallot’s affections for his second officer. The liar he was, couldn’t apparently have a heartbroken sorceress running free on his ship with his biggest secret, lest it shatter the paradigm of his perfect little life. She recalled how her chest hurt, how it made her stomach turn every time she saw them together, how alone she felt when her sacrifices were all found for naught. It wasn’t all too different to how this uneventful boat ride was starting to feel.

It was little doubt they would cross paths again – this sector was far too small, the hub worlds too few in between for it to be unlikely. This she knew for certainty within her very being, she couldn’t explain it. The same way that she couldn’t explain the reason behind the colors or behavior of the playful fish jumping alongside their vessel. It was imperative then that she need not rely on such trivial manners to carry out her agenda in the future, but rather her own strength as she had in the past. The serums forced on her during her imprisonment wouldn’t remain in her system forever, only preserved in her blood up to this point in thanks to the cryostasis. Though even when it had worn off, Stella knew she would stand little chance against the likes of her quarry when the day finally caught up to the witch.

The time to return to who she was before this all began would come, and therein existed a purpose to her visitation of this quaint little island in the southern sea. Tale told of a place of prayer somewhere on this tiny speck of land, where those seeking answers oft came to pay their time. The witch was by no means one to seek guidance from some eikon of worship, but she did have an insatiable curiosity where matters of the arcane were concerned. Namek held an abundance of questions left unanswered, thus her appetite still craved something to whet itself upon. The allure of some shrine beyond the woods was all too salivating to pass up.

Stella leaned against the rail of the upper deck, lost in daydreams of venegeance and adventures long since passed within lands so far away and changed by time. It was possibly why she was having the time of her life, once again out on the road in the search of the unknown! How she eagerly awaited to touch the sands once they made shore witihn several hours time. What secrets and fascinations awaited beyond the nature of this rather whimsical excursion? Maybe this is just what she needed after a hundred years of waiting.

"Passport?"

The witch's peace of mind found itself disturbed by a rather irksome tenant of the ferry staff. A frown persisted behind those dark sunglasses and bushy mustache as he awaited an answer from the blond in red. She would blink several times, before recalling that annoying few hours spent in processing to 'determine her power level' or some stupid bullshit, all to receive a little card with her name and picture on it with a few other notes to boot. The blond rummaged within the inside of her shirt to pull out the annoying trinket to hand it over. The man gave a scoff at the smug photo on the identification card, then gave the girl another look over. "Four thousand?" His tone sounded almost jestful with disbelief. "That's what it says. Doesn't it? My kind thanks for spilling the milk." A moment's glance and nod given to the few within earshot able to eavesdrop. The man took her irritation as a sign to continue about his rounds, but not before offering a "Be sure to check in when we dock," before then. A flippant, dismissive wave was given over her shoulder, an irritated huff to follow as she tried to recall where she was in her own history, only to frown upon the failure.

TWC:(+832)
6/6 KP 0/6 MP 0/250 HP
Stella’s PL: 4,000 (Restrained Might: Active)
Antisense: Active
Resources: Sage’s Staff (2/2), Xtra Terr. (2/2), Galaxy Brain (3/3), FitU (2/2), 1st Escape (1)