piratejournal | - 001 - written, action on Isla Empieza

[written:]

Four possibilities:
new kind of nightmare
illusion
psychotic break with extreme delusions/hallucinations
reality

All of these are extremely possible. Three of them, I can't do anything about. So, I'm going to assume all of this is actually real. If it's not, well, then I'm either dead anyway or safely strapped down to a bed and on meds.

So. My name is Alex. I'm from Rhode Island.

Read the little welcome message from "Scurvey Dog" and looked at the fountain with its poem or whatever.

I know jackshit about sailing, but I'm pretty good at archery, learning swordfighting, and I can definitely pull my own weight with physical labor. So. Yeah.

[Action:

Alex can mostly be found milling around near Backwater Brig and a few inns, checking prices.

She really is as calm as she sounds, though she's a curious creature, peeking into different places. She can be caught around most parts of the town at some point in the day. After the sun sets, good luck finding her. Though she'll be answering the journal throughout the night.]

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Will you come join me? My needs are so few and it is very lonely out here in the dark.

[........That's not creepy at all. It reminds her of... that man. Vague but unsettling.]

I don't go outside after dark. Sorry.

[This place is too new to venture out the first night. The journal is actually really helpful because it provides a measured exposure to acquaint her overloaded night senses with this place.]

Are you not a creature of the night as I am? Would you not spare a moment for a woman who has not seen a friendly face in oh, so very long? A moment or so of your time is all that I ask.

[Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Not good. So not good.]

I don't know what you're talking about.

I speak of companionship. Of someone who understands. Of someone who can guide. There is nothing to be afraid of, my dear. Nothing at all.

Maybe later.

[Like never. Never sounds like a really good idea.]

As you wish. I will be waiting...

[Out of all of that, out of everything said, one thing got his eye. . .--He wrote in tiny print, but with a few sloppy blotches or smudges.]

Where's Rhode Island?

[What? It might be near by, which would explain his not knowing THIS island, and the smell of the sea was wrong too.]

One of the United States. Little tiny one in the northeast.

I don't think it's anywhere around here. And if this is a totally different world? It might not even exist here.

[Different world... possibly different time in the same world... She's not really looking for logic in all this.]

Never heard of the United States. Sounds like a big set of islands.

Wait, different world? How do you figure?

[okay, so maybe he should look more into the things around him. it makes SENSE, since it smells SO very wrong.]

Well, where I'm from? Books don't write back. There also aren't towns like this. Not outside the movies. And. Yeah. It's like something from a movie.

Movie?

[sorry, he tends to focus on one thing at a time...] So Rhode isn't an Island? [and then change his mind completely!]

Movies are like fairy tales.

[And saying that just makes her more sure this is like one of those classic fantasy stories -- where someone's magically transported into another world.

Very Through the Looking Glass, really.]

It's not actually. I don't know why it's called Rhode Island, actually. It's attached the mainland pretty securely.

[That helped actually. Interesting!]

[This United States Island must be pretty impressively big if they have little islands attached to it securely. Whoa.]

Sounds like someone named it wrong. Perhaps misdirection.

Could be! I'm going to have to research that when I get home.

Do you know how you got here? I was asleep one moment then here the next. I think.

I don't. I was travelling, and this definitely wasn't the destination.

We were travelling too. Slowly.

I was on my way to England. What about you?

The new world. Kind of. We were holding back for a bit. Where is England? I'm guessing it's not on the Grand Line.

Never heard of the Grand Line. England's in the Atlantic ocean, not far from the European mainland.

Don't think I've heard of any ocean called Atlantic. Or European.

I'm Bepo, by the way.

So weird.

I'm Alex.

I think this is reality, even if people don't want to admit it. Although, where's Rhode Island? Maybe it could be here if it's an island.

Not an island, unfortunately, and, trust me, we're nowhere near it.

Then I'm sorry to hear that. I know I'm a long way from home myself, but if we do what we need to we should be fine. I believe at least.

Nothing else we can really do, right?

Not that I know of, no. But maybe there might be later.

Then we'll just have to keep going.

That I can do. I hope you can find a good crew while your here.

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