Journal entry 1: Year 1805. This will be a short trip, but one I am very excited for! We’re going to The Sacred Lands!
We left from a port in Centropolis this morn and should be skirting the coast of Veta by sunset. I cannot wait to see the sights of the Sacred Lands! I hear the color of the sands is something to behold!
Journal entry 2: Year 1805. It has been about 12 hours since we left port. From the deck, I can see portions of Veta.
Unfortunately, I’m starting to feel uncomfortable around the crew. I hear them whisper things that have me unsettled. They talk about me and my attire. They say the greens I wear upset the seas, that it’s as if I’m competing against her beauty. Father tells me to pay them no mind, that it’s simply a sailor’s superstition to have women on a ship. What a daft notion!
Journal entry 3: Year 1805 I am very worried about the state of things. We’ve been at sea for 3 days now. The voyage should only have taken a day and a half, maybe 2 in the event of poor weather. But the skies have been clear! The captain says that we must have wandered off course at some point, but he says he can get us back on track. I do hope we reach The Sacred Lands soon.
Journal entry 7: Year 1805 A month. We have been on the seas for a month. The captain keeps reassuring us that we should be finding an island soon, but so far there’s no land in sight! And the crew! Their hateful looks! They are awful men! They beat poor father senseless the other night. I know it was because of me. They still aren’t happy a woman is on their ship.
Journal entry 18: Year 1806 Our ship, it’s gone. A storm came last night, the tossing woke me. There was chaos on the deck. The ship cracked in two. I managed to grab a few belongings, my beloved journal, and swim to a tiny island. I don’t know what happened to father or the captain or the crew. I don’t know if I care. We were on that cursed ship for nearly half a year.
Journal entry 19: Year 1806 I was awoken by a strange sound. It was a melody, someone is on the island with me! But the strange thing is it sounds like it’s coming from the water?
Journal entry 22: Year 1806 I saw her! I finally caught a glimpse of her! I believe she’s a siren! She looked so perplexed though, I guess she’s never seen a female human before. She seemed to be scared and took to the sea before I could communicate with her.
Journal entry 25: Year 1807 Marisa is what we’ve decided her “human” name will be. Her birth name seems to be something you can only pronounce with a mouth full of water, and I suppose that makes sense. She took me down deep into the water. I was scared, but she kept me safe. She gave me a flower, sparkling purple in color, one that only grows in the deepest depths of the ocean. She said it’s a mystical flower that allows me to breathe as she does in the water as long as I remain calm.
It was hard at first, gulping in all that water and forcing myself to stay calm, but Marisa helped me through it.
Journal entry 35: Year 1807 They have taught me to sing! Marisa and her colony. Her mother has taken an interest in my skill when she heard us singing for fun. Her mother has started to call me the land bound siren! I’m almost glad the ship sank and fate has seen it fit to place me here!
The land bound siren sits on her island to this day. She is indeed centuries old, the magic of the sirens have changed her where she’s not even human anymore. But it doesn’t bother her, for she takes much joy in singing her song and luring male crews to their deaths around her rocky shores.
The End. |
