the storm on the sea | ch.1 open
It had quickly become apparent that this cruise was not going to go as Fantasma hoped it would. Maybe with such a vague invitation, she should have been more suspicious... but even as she considered this logically she knew that it would have taken a lot to make her turn down this opportunity. She was already here, and there was no use dwelling on her past actions. The only thing to do was move forward.
What ‘moving forward’ actually meant was still a mystery. The cage loomed over the deck like the inside of some great creature’s mouth, and to escape it she had retreated indoors. Even though she had explored the ship just hours before, it was difficult not to look at every wall with a new perspective. She had wandered into Dionysus’ Garden and was staring at the ceiling lights when she turned and unexpectedly locked eyes with someone else.
“Ah!” she jumped and squeaked -- it had taken her a second just to register that another person was actually standing there. She was still holding the pocket watch she’d received, and by now the metal felt warm in her hand, but without further hesitation her arm dropped to her side.
"Haha! I am sorry. You startle me, but I startle you in return by yelling. No?“ She laughed, mostly at herself -- being jumpy wouldn’t help matters, would it? And even if she didn’t really know them, it was difficult to believe that anyone here wanted to be a part of this game. That must be true -- and she never was good at acting cold or anything, anyway.
“I thought, ‘maybe there is a way off the ship!’ But I am not finding anything...“ She looked at them, her voice a little more hopeful than her eyes. “Ah, maybe you have an idea?”