Tetra awoke with the feel of a cool, sweet breeze across her face. It carried an exotic smell, something she had experienced before but could not quite place. The foreignness pulled her out of her doze, curious to see where they had docked.
She opened her eyes to see a pink canopy above her. Obviously not her bed. They had taken shelter on land? Her bed felt soft, luxurious even, but there was no rest for the weary in the life of a pirate captain.
She sat up, and the feel of heavy metal against her sternum made her glance down in surprise. A jolt shot through her as her eyes rested on pink fabric, white gloves, gold jewelry. Jumbled memories flooded back. The kid
the old man
the sweet smell of the sun on pure soil, untainted by seawater. Long hours waiting locked in a cold, damp basement, staring at the portraits of people long dead. The grave of Hyrule.
had that part been a dream? A nightmare? It must have been
it clashed so harshly with the gentle securit