Short Story: Empire Island

“It’s two women adrift in a strange boat of some type, off the starboard side captain.” Mr. Randolph unfamiliar with canoes, having noticed their long, dark hair, exposed faces through his spyglass. “Can’t tell if their sleeping or dead Captain.”

You wasted no time and dash right over to him, glomping him, totally ignoring #16 who attempt to hand you a can of juice also. “Killua it's been so long!” You exclaim, still hugging him. Killua struggle to get out of your embrace, until he recognize your voice. “N-nee-san..?” He ask, surprised to see you again at the Hunter exam. You slowly let go of Killua, and rub his head. “Yep it's me, been a while, ne?” You grin happily, and Killua couldn't help but smile

The boat swayed with the subtle waves, slightly rocking the man into even deeper sleep. He laid on a salt encrusted bundle of yellow sheets. His gangly body was strewn across the small patch of fabric, his scruffy beard was streaked with the grey of a hard short life, his head lulled to the side, and his lips slightly open taking in deep slow breaths.

"Okay, listen up everyone." Mr. Miller slurred as he tried to maintain his balance. The Host and his guests all watched Mr. Miller as he attempted to sit in a chair next to the Host while they tried to hold back their laughter. Mr. Miller finally stumbled into the chair and made himself as comfortable as he possibly could. "Mr. Millar, it's kind of obvious that you can barely maintain your composure. How about you tell your little story next time when you aren't so drunk?" The host suggested, though it came out as more of a question. Mr. Miller scoffed "Drunk?" he muttered. "Oh please, I am not drunk." He slurred followed by a hiccup. "Now, before I was so rudely interrupted," he attempted to give the Host a pointed look, however, failed completely while doing so. "I am going to tell each and every one of you a story that is so good, you would have wished you knew it before I did." His face held nothing but confidence, which was probably provided by the alcohol, as he attempted to keep his head held high before beginning.

The anger that rushed inside of me took control of my mind which led to the guilt and destruction that I will carry upon for the rest of my life. This anger led to the killing of my cousin, a powerful and opulent king, in the wild land of the argos, which was full of mountains and all sorts of terrain, the island was stunning full of life with plants, flowers, and bright green grass covering the whole Island. I was chased by the Argos for the killing of my cousin, in the process of running I met a sailor who saved me by allowing me to flee the island on their ship. During the time I was on the ship and while I was running away from the Argos men, I learned from my mistake and realized what I’ve actually done.

Her breath rushed out in ragged gasps as she searched for a place to hide on the giant ship. She couldn’t go back there, not again. Going back meant that they had won, and she couldn’t let that happen, even if she had to change her name and move to a new state. She hurried through the shadows of the ship as quietly as she could, all the while listening for any evidence that they were chasing her. Having lived with her sailor grandfather, she knew how to walk while the ship was moving, but the rain made the floor slippery, and making it difficult for her to catch her footing. Finally finding a small row boat to hide in, she began to hear numerous footsteps coming from the opposite side of the deck, and she tried to control her breathing

Though enemy resistance continued to be met on their way to the extraction zone, on the part of Dritte Zug and DHvKA, at the extraction zone itself, everything proved to be much quieter on the Brotzman brothers end. After eliminating the opposing force at the extraction zone about ten or so minutes earlier, the only noises that the bothers could hear were the distant sounds of gunfire and explosions. Stahlsebastian, Horst and Arno all reckoned that it had to be the kids, who were trying to get to the extraction point in their halftracks. Suddenly, not too long afterwards, the FF33 that Stahlsebastian carried began to crackle once more. Again, it turned out to be the captain of the Neumaryland. Likewise, Stahlsebastian picked up the field telephone.

Takashi was in the corner, crying his soul out. Unaware what was happening, I ran to him, pulling him into a hug, calming him down like how I usually do it when he has nightmares. “Where’s Hiro?” I ask, noticing that I didn’t sense him. Takashi lifts his shaky hands to point. I grew concern about how Takashi was acting. I never saw Takashi so scared before.

The trip back to Africa seemed longer than the initial trip to England. Seeing the rolling hills of forest and jungle, Henry was taken in awe. Jonathan came up beside him, “Home, sweet home,” he sighed. Upon docking, they were all warmly greeted by Monsieur Dumont. “Welcome back, Porters! I assume your trip went well?”

Pausing to catch her breath, Princess Laila sat down on the edge of fallen debris in the once busy marketplace of the kingdom Rainguard. Her chin resting on her fist, her mind wandered back to last night.

“Nii-san, you’re shaking.” Choromatsu finally lets it out, he had been holding his emotions for the sake of his brothers, but now he couldn’t hold it in anymore, “Oh,

The whisper floated like a leaf on a summer's breeze, its echo fluttering, making it difficult to discern. The whisper became louder, more distinct until its confused sounds melded together to create form. “Captain!” The voice shouted. “Captain!”

“Kate, look at my new hover board.” I said. “Now we can finally ride together!” Said Kate looking at the shiny machine. Kate is my sister, I am ten and she is twelve.”Let’s see it, hover.” I inquired “Spike, hover please.” The board floated nicely off the ground. “Give it a go, Paul,” urged Kate. I hopped gracefully on the board, leaned forward and I was off! “I was born for this!” I exclaimed. Even Kate was impressed. “Let’s go!” I said. ”Okay Paul just a second as she fired up her board I looked over at the heliographic television and said, “Let's go to the old caves that our great, great, great, grand uncle and aunt did, it's not too far away”. “Okay, ” said Kate, “but we should bring the sword just in case Blackbeard’s pirates

Hubert grumbled “I’m not interested in what you're trying to sell me.” and started closing the door.

Gradually, the hijaabi dropped her guard, following Kai around like a lost puppy. He was her only form of social contact, constantly speaking up for the things she couldn’t. In one way, it wasn’t all too bad; Dyo finally being a tad bit comfortable around people. But with every thing good, there was the bad.