Howdy-ho, good readers! Welcome to the new chapter in Johnathan's life.

This chapter will be formatted a little bit different than it normally is. Sure, you have the normal/emotional action in different colours and spoken action in said different colours and in quotations as well. However, since this is a musical chapter, the actions will cue the music and cut it as well.

Actions like this will be normal/emotional actions while the music is going on/inbetween the singing.

At the end of the whole post--which will be called "episodes"--will have the title of the song, the artist of the song, and other side notes if necessary.

Thank you for reading and please continue on with Episode One of "Music Of The Nite Angel Of The Morning And Afternoon Delight"

P.S. Please excuse the spelling and lack of grammar in the Chapter's title--Topic line is limited

Music Of The Nite, Angel Of The Morning, And Afternoon Delight
Episode Two ? Heroic Instrumental Deeds
This Episode contains violence and brief nudity. Rated TV14.


When nightfall finally came along the trail within the plains, Johnathan was walking alone when she saw the last fellow behind her trail off to the side towards a farm that she passed not too long ago. Stopping for a moment, Johnathan turned about completely. Farms were now behind her and nothing else ahead. She thought to herself for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. Turning back around, she continued on; trekking onward towards the plains unknown.

A few hours have passed before Johnathan realised that she may be lost. She was on a trail, but to where; not a clue. The waning moon was high by the time a small valley was in sight. Sighing in relief, in hopes that there was a small town within the valley, Johnathan marched on while gripping onto the strap of her travelers? bag. Getting closer, there were small spires that were peeking out of the valley; but soon those spires were turning into towers. And the towers were turning into layers; and by the time she got to the edge of the valley, Johnathan was looking down at a castle. Three towers ruled over the large palace that looked far too young and yet far too old to be abandoned. Looking around her for a moment, there was no way to get down safely and there was not much to grab onto for her to grasp as brakes. Knitting her eyebrows a bit, she slowly sat down onto the ground and inched herself along the sloping grass. Every now and again, she did stumble down a few more inches; but she did her best to make it slow and steady.

The moon was now at its peak by the time Johnathan got to the bottom of the valley. Dirty and sweaty, Johnathan sighed as her looked down at her hands, which were now raw and filthy. Wiping herself off the best she could, she finally looked up to the rather tall castle. Slowly approaching it, her nose twitched a bit as she looked over to the large wooden double doors that had chains running across it. No, really. Linked chains were slithering about the door aimlessly, which made Johnathan stop in her tracks. The frog charm started to glow from its crystallized green to a chocolate brown for a quick moment before going back to its original colour. Gripping onto her bag, Johnathan breathed in deeply and continued on up to the small steps that led to the door. Staring at the door, she canted her head a bit while watching the slithering chains; vaguely hearing them constantly state the same seven words.

?What other way is there to get in??

The chains stopped abruptly, as if they stared at her in shock. With that, one of the chains slid off the door completely and wrapped around Johnathan?s feet loosely for a moment before slithering off of her and going down the steps and to their right which was the castle?s left. Quickly following, Johnathan went down the steps and fought her way through the shrubberies and bushes that surrounded the castle; watching carefully the chain of where it went. Nearly hitting the wall, Johnathan saw the chain coil itself along the ground that seemed like it was beyond the wall. There was a bit of a draft when Johnathan did get closer and once she stepped in, the chain retracted and rushed away back towards the door; leaving Johnathan alone once again.

?A secret entrance to the left, behind the shadows? Peculiar fer a location like this.?

Johnathan knew she was speaking to herself, but she shrugged at that. The secret entrance led to a dark tunnel; no lighting or anything. Peering down?at least the best she could?to the frog charm, she blinked.

?Please glow until there is sight of light.?

And with no hesitation, the frog charm glowed its original crystallized green colour; letting light illuminate off the tunnel walls and about three yards ahead of her. Walking with caution now, Johnathan peered about her to see if there were any traps or trick-wires or anything to that sort. Nothing. Ten minutes have passed and still nothing but emptiness. Another ten minutes, still nothing. Johnathan looked back behind her to see what she has covered, but both sides seem endless; still, Johnathan went on. Another set of ten minutes and Johnathan finally sees a small glimmer of light at the end. The frog, as asked, slowly stopped the glow once she saw sight of the glimmer. Once Johnathan got to the end, it was just a door that let cracks of light peek through the edges. She stared at the door for a moment and slowly opened it. At first the light reflected off of something shiny once her head was in; so she moved all the way in and closed the door behind her. What Johnathan saw, though, was completely different than she ever expected.

Armors and weapons from armies of the past was enriched within this small part of the basement. Shields with each kingdom or brigands' crest was plaques along the walls. Weapons ranging from swords of all kinds to spears to jousts to axes were hanging upside-down in an organised fashion. For Johnathan, this was not a thing that she wanted right now?or ever for that matter. She was able to control the voices that any and all metal speaks with; but at a level like this was too much for her. Clenching her eyes closed as she placed her hands over her already hair-covered ears, it did not help for the voices continued on?continued on to tell their stories to finally someone who would listen.

?Shut it. Shut it. SHUT IT!!?

The pain was too much for Johnathan as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. Quickly opening her eyes, she saw another door opposite of the one she went through. Rushing over to it, she quickly opened the door?not caring what lay beyond it?went through and slammed it with her whole body against it. Having the voices muffle down to nothing in her head, she breathed deeply in a panting mode before she rested her forehead on her knees. Sniffling a bit before wiping her eyes, she was greeted not by silence, but by growls from creatures she has never known.

Stretched out all along the ground was a total of thirty-eight unusual creatures. A cross between wolves, jaguars, and something of the bi-pedal creatures slowly woke when they heard the sniffling that came from their new prey. Bones and old-tattered blood-stained fabrics littered the floor and some even cluttered up together. Some of them slowly stood, reaching to the height of seven feet for a moment but then crouching down to nearly six feet. None of them moved closer; but they also stretched out their neck to sniff out the scent that was new to them. A woman in fear, exhaustion, and in pain, something that these creatures love and crave for.

Johnathan quickly silenced her breathing the best she could as she watched the creatures cautiously. There was a small muffle that was coming from Johnathan?s direct right; underneath the stacks upon stack of bones lying upon the floor. Stretching her right arm out most carefully while keeping an eye on the creatures, she dug around the pile of bones until she grasped onto something of metal. Slowly pulling it out, she glanced over and blinked; knitting her eyebrows a bit in confusion. It was a simple four-foot long saber; blood stains along the blade itself and upon the lemon-yellow cloth that wrapped around the hilt. The blade itself stretched out two feet out along with three-and-a-half feet long. Finally, there was something that sounded like strings that were being picked together in a formation that Beethoven has done before?just on a piano. But then the unusual drums started again in a different beat. Johnathan looked up to the creatures sternly before she gripped onto the hilt of the saber tightly in her left hand; hearing it tell her to follow its lead. Taking off the traveler?s bag and plopping it down against the pile of bones, she blinked before her nose twitched a bit. With the music going, both the creatures and Johnathan herself in a fighting stance; it will be most difficult to do this singing?again.

?Do ye want to play??

?A ring around the rosie. Hopscotch, Monopoly, red light, green light, G.I. Joes and Barbies. Hide and seek, kick the can, Cowboys and Indians. Wiffle ball, paper dolls, hacky sack and hangman.?

About five of the creatures lunged at her while rattling off words that Johnathan did not understand; but at least it was not just her who was singing this time. Maybe she was not going as crazy as she believed she was. Taking no hesitation, she let the saber do the work as it actually moved her hand for her. The blade started to block the claws that were coming at Johnathan; but then suddenly started lunging right back at the creatures. Johnathan?s eyes were filled with both shock and confusion for a moment; but soon realising that they were out to kill her, her mind went right back to the one thing she wanted to forget?the night where Jarrod took her blame. Now working alongside with the saber, she dodged the claws and the punches as she started to practically hack away at them.

?Do ye want to play with I??

As the first five started to go down and writhe in pain?or from the looks of it, having Johnathan chop off their arms and hands while actually killing them?the next set of now seven came jumping at her. Some of them were able to scratch her up across her arms and bits of her sides; but that did not stop Johnathan at all.

?Tag you're IT, cops and robbers. Jungle gym, chutes and ladders, tic tac toe, Mister Rogers. Marco Polo, London bridges, Simon sez, steal the bacon. Time out, trick or treat, electric company.?

?Olly olly oxen free.?

With that, six more started to came after her. Little by little, the saber and Johnathan chopped down the creatures. Blood of theirs and her own?more of theirs than anything else?dribbled down to the concrete floor. Johnathan was now dirty and bloody along with scratched up quite well; but that did not stop her from missing a beat. Knowing now that this music was affecting her along with folks she comes in contact with, though it was nearly impossible?at this point in time?to figure out how the music is being emitted. Nevertheless, the saber helped Johnathan to slowly get rid of the creatures that were craving for her flesh.

?Do you wanna play with me? With me??

?Do ye??

?Do you??

?Want to??

?Wanna??

?Play??

?Play with me? Play with me! Do you??

?Do ye??

?Wanna??

?Want to play??

?Play with me? Play with me!?

As if choreographed, Johnathan and two of the creatures played stick in the middle before Johnathan ducked and slid between one of the creature?s legs and lunged as hard and as fast as she could; having the two now be part of the saber kebob. Johnathan grunted a bit as she did her best to hurl them off the saber and towards a few other creatures coming at her.

?Spin the bottle??

?--Post office, kiss and tell, dressin' up. Playin' doctor, peek-a-boo, two hand touch, cooties. Little League, Looney Tunes, scissors rock paper, Zoom.?

?Kick ball, stick ball, kill the guy with the ball.?

Unfortunately, there was noone with a ball. However, that did not stop any of them from going after Johnathan. With her not even looking worn out yet, there was even a smirk coming from her. Slowly but surely, the number went down from thirty-eight to nineteen. The creatures gave a good fight?and gave Johnathan rather good scratches and gashes all about her?but they slowly fell from lack of blood in their bodies.

?Do you wanna play with me??

?Buckin? up??

??recess, jump rope, relieveo. See saw, sand box, Matchbox, Cheerios. ABC's, spelling bees, Sesame Street, hockey. Duck.?

?Duck.?

?Duck.?

?Duck. Duck, duck??

?Goose! Do you wanna play with me??

?With I??

Now the thirteen that are still standing are getting angrier at Johnathan. This time, they are not after her as a source of food; now it is just revenge. Slowly cornering her towards a door that is opposite of where Johnathan originally came from. Watching them all sternly, she rather forgot everything--her pain, her fear, her sorrow--and had only one thing in mind. To stay alive.

?Do ye??

?Do you??

?Want to??

?Wanna??

?Play??

?Play with me? Play with me! Do you??

?Do ye??

?Wanna??

?Want to play??

?Play with me? Play with me!?

The creatures for a moment just stopped before watching Johnathan oddly; but soon enough all of the fifteen sneered in enjoyment.

"Renne and 'Nathan sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Pendra in a baby carriage."

Johnathan blinked as she slowly gripped onto the saber's hilt in her left hand while her right gripped onto the door's handle. She did not understand how they knew her...and how they knew of the parallel realm that has been nearly forgotten. Taking no hesitation, Johnathan opened the door and ran. Ran like she has never ran before. Pushing every door open, the creatures ran after her as well. She went through a total of three rooms and four doors before the last room was a dead end; except for the stairs that finally lead out of this basement kind of place. Quickly turning back around, the rest started lunging at her again, making her actually fight while going up the stairs...backwards. There were a few small moments where Johnathan was able to kick some of the creatures down the stairs so she could get a better lead over them. Finally getting to an even level; there were a couple that jumped over her; ready to grab her. However, she head-bumped them before quickly turning about to slash one of them right through its torso. She then ducked under the other one to roundhouse-kick him back on the stairs. She honestly did not know where any of this was coming from...she was never this good at fighting; but now was not the time to figure any of it out. Now there were only nine as they slowly ascended from the stairs to the even level.

"Do you, do you."

"Want to--"

"Wanna play?"

"Play with I?"

"Play with me!"

Johnathan took no hesitation into doing her best to dodge the claws and the punches that were thrown at her. She ducked under quite a few to hack them at the legs and a couple of others she slashed through the back. Only four were left and there was no time for Johnathan to show any weakness. The final four surrounded her and were ready to pounce her.

"Do you wanna play, play with me?"

"Play with I!"

Just as when they pounced, Johnathan did her best to jump as high as she possibly could. One of the creatures was close enough for its head to give her a boost in the air. She then twirled around with the saber out in mid-air; chopping the last four heads off as if they were melted butter. Johnathan landed back in the center where the bodies surrounded her. She breathed heavily for a moment before also falling onto the floor; unconscious from exhaustion right when the music was finally complete.

By the time Johnathan slowly regained consciousness; there was a warm feeling around her...and feeling rejuvenated simultaneously. Quickly opening her eyes, where it was a bit hazy and wavy for a moment; she quickly bolted up and gasped for air. Holding onto the edge of something porcelein, she blinked; realising that she was in a large bathing-tub...naked. About a couple of yards away were the clothes that she was wearing; but completely clean from the dirt and blood. Looking around for a moment to take in the surroundings of the room, it was rather rich. A pale-yellow and light-gray marble floor and walls. There was not much within this room, but the bathing-tub, a small well and the chair that was holding onto her clothes.

Clinging onto the bathing-tub's edge, Johnathan blinked as she slowly looked down at her naked self. Though there were faint scars here and there that the creatures did to her, all of them were healed over. And with the water, though not from the Oceans, did help her relax and revitalise herself. She slowly eased herself from releasing from the bathing-tub's edge as she breathed in deeply. Five minutes have passed before the door that sort of blended into the walls slowly opened. Johnathan quickly clung herself against the edge of the bathing-tub while still inside it.

Coming through a door was a medium-height and medium-build kind of man. Wearing a simple fog-grey vest that was over a jet-black shirt that was tucked neatly in the black slacks. His hair was a bit on the scruffy side, but smoothened out with trimmed chops along his side. His bright blue eyes blinked as he watched Johnathan for a moment; but in a stoic matter.

"Rest well, madame?"

Johnathan blinked as she dared not move or even speak for a good few moments. Finally, she nodded a bit before clinging closer to the wall of the bathing-tub.

"Yes, thank ye."

"The master of the castle has offered an invitation of tea and cakes in his study-room in ten minutes."

Refusing an invitation--even when one does not eat or drink--is a downright insult to the host. So, Johnathan nodded quietly. With that, the man stepped back and closed the door, leaving Johnathan alone once again. Looking around for a moment, she sighed and quickly got up from the bathing-tub to run over to her clothes. Quickly placing them on--just in case anyone else comes in unannounced--she looked around and then down to all of her jewelry; to make sure all were there. The frog charm, the bottle of the Oceans' Water, the yeti's claw all upon her neck. Her promise/engagement ring and the nautical-charmed bracelet on the left side while the freesia-and-honeysuckle bracelet on her right; so all were there and properly cleaned. Luckily, she did not need a towel, for her body was already dry by the time she got her clothes on. Feeling--and looking--refreshed, she blinked as she looked around for a moment; but cannot seem to find where the door was.

"Umm. I am ready, Sir."

And the door opened at that, the same man standing there as if waiting for her.

"I am Marius, madame."

"Johnathan Tapole-Arc'err."

"Follow me, please, Lady Arc'err."

It was weird for Johnathan to have anyone know of her temporary hyphenated name; but even more weird for her to have anyone actually speak her eventually-true last name without it being completely true yet. Neverthematter, she did follow Marius down the halls. It took no more than five minutes to get to a double-wooden doors. Having Marius open it and step in front of her.

"Master. Lady Johnathan Tapole-Arc'err."

Marius then gestured to Johnathan, allowing her to come in. The study room was most certainly not a study room. A library is what it truly was. The walls were completely surrounded with shelves upon shelves; completely filled with books and manuscripts. In the center was a small table with four folks already there. Three of them were females and they all looked related. One of them had light brown hair that went down to the middle of her back, another with golden-sun-ray hair also going down to the middle of her back and the last one with Autumn-coloured hair going down to the middle of her back. All of them had similar facial features and bronze-coloured eyes that lit up brightly with the candles that hung from the ceiling. There was another folk, though. A man. Even while sitting, anyone could tell that he had that regal sense to him. His jet-black hair contrasted rather well with the pale complexion as the thin oval-shaped face stayed so still. The matching bronze-coloured eyes slowly looked up to Johnathan as his thin lips under the thick-but-well-groomed moustache curled up softly. Johnathan watched the ladies for a moment, but then her own eyes fell upon the man's as she blinked. Without any hesitation, she bowed rather deeply; right at her waist.

"It is an honour to be a guest within yer residence, Lord 'Ladimir."

"Ah. So you do know me. Well, I am glad that we do not need those nasty introductions."

His voice was deep and so soothing upon any ear. Slowly standing up and straightening out the grey pin-striped suit, the ladies stood up as well. He looked to them before giving a gentle nod.

"And I believe you at least heard of my three beautiful and loving wives."

Johnathan's bow stayed at that stance for a bit longer.

"The three sisters who are wi'es to Lord 'Ladimir VI reaches e'en further fer their beauty than of the stories of yer conquests, Sire."

Walking over to Johnathan, a lean hand went directly below her chin to lift Johnathan up and straighten her properly.

"Please. Sit. Relax. And please explain to me how you destroyed all of my pests within a span of five minutes."

The same hand that helped her stand up properly was also offered to her to assist to the table. Looking back to his wives, he gave them all a wink.

"I would like to have some time alone with my guest."

Johnathan heard the growling from all three, as if she was there to take over the territory. She then looked at the three apologetically and with a soft smile.

"Ye ha'e me word as a wife that I would ne'er take away of what has been claimed."

Lord Vlad VI chuckled a bit as he watched his wives sigh with relief a bit. Giving them each a quick but still passionate kiss upon the lips as they passed, he watched them go and watched Marius close the door; leaving him and Johnathan alone. Gesturing over to the table, he looked up to her with a smile upon his lips.

"Now. Start from the beginning. And when you have come to the end, stop."

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Song: "Play With Me"
Music Group: Extreme
Side Notes: Had to rearrange the words to accommodate Johnathan's dialect and to accommodate the actual situation. And yes, I know that the lyrics have NOTHING to do with the time-period Johnathan is in...but if you listen to the music; it screams "I am a ten-bajillion-to-one kind of battle!!" music. Oh! And yes, I also did reference Toy Story 2 in there.

Music Of The Nite, Angel Of The Morning, And Afternoon Delight
Episode Four ? We Don't Need Another Hero

Johnathan and the mare continued on towards the South; to where, not a clue. Marius told her South, so that is where the mare is heading. It took a few hours to get from the small trail to the main roads. By mid-day, Johnathan steered the mare off of the main roads and towards a little shady grove, where it was obvious that many travelers before her stopped there before. Going into the additional bag that was near hers, she dug into it and picked out a couple of half-carrots that Marius placed there for the mare. Facing in front of the horse, she held out the half carrots and the horse took no hesitation to chomping them from her hand. Johnathan?s other hand petted the side-neck of the horse; comforting him.

?I thank ye kindly fer helping I with this. Howe?er, we ha'e yet to be properly introduced. I am Johnathan Tapole-Arc?err. And unfortunately, I cannot understand to yer species at all.?

The horse breathed heavily a bit before shaking his head. Turning about and flicked his tail, he trotted over to a couple of the trees close by and slowly rose to his hind legs and stomped his fore-legs against the tree. With that, quite a few acorns fell from the tree and on him. Shaking his head from the falling acorns, he then bent down and rolled some of the acorns so it would be noticeable of what he meant. And Johnathan did understand. Smiling softly, she bowed her head deeply before looking back up to him.

?Lo?ely to meet ye, Acorn. And I am glad that ye are accompanying I.?

With that, Acorn trotted closer to Johnathan before lowering his head to let his snout nuzzle a bit under her chin. Johnathan chuckled a bit before she petted him on the sides of his neck. Looking up to him, she gave him a small smile before she looked over to the main roads, seeing that a few other travelers were stopping into the grove for a little bit of a rest. Looking back up to Acorn, she gestured her head a bit towards the roads.

?Ready to continue??

Acorn moved back a bit before moving sideways so that the foot of the saddle was facing Johnathan. Canting her head a bit, she then shrugged as she moved up the saddle and up on him. Smoothing out the short amount of hair of his mane, she then patted him gently on the top of his head.

?Lead on, MacDuff; howe?er ye wish to tra?el.?

That was kind of the wrong words to say on Johnathan?s part. Acorn?s head turned so he could glance back at her for a moment. And without any other moment, Acorn went off at a galloping speed. Johnathan held on tight to the reins and clenched her body downwards as her head ducked down to reduce the wind in her face. She did not mean at that speed; but Acorn did not mind this gallop at all.

Still hours before the Sun even thought about going down for the day, Acorn?along with the frightened Johnathan upon him?covered nearly fifty miles. Of course every now and again, Acorn did slow down so Johnathan could read the road signs properly; but those small breaks were enough to let Acorn catch his breath before he went back to the gallop. He did well of dodging the other travelers on the main roads as he stayed off to the very edge. Johnathan did not understand why he chose that way of traveling for she never asked for it or commanded it?some creatures Johnathan will never understand?and the ones of the equine nature were one of them. When both Acorn and Johnathan saw sight of a village; Acorn slowed down greatly to a slow walk but then came to a stop. Johnathan blinked in confusion; not because Acorn stopping?but the noise that came from the village. Looking at the back of Acorn?s head, she reached over and petted the side of his neck.

?We could turn back around if ye wish it. I honestly do not want to know what is going on in there.?

Either Acorn had a habit of contradicting the rider?or he had a curious mind. Either way, he took a slow walk closer to the village. The skies finally had a orange-tinge; but still on the blue side. Johnathan pulled on the reins a bit to stop him so she could climb down off from him and lead him a bit. The village was just like any other village. The road paved right in the middle of it with establishments and housings on either side. The noise got closer once they saw a small off-road trail and the noise was accompanied by bright lights.

Down the small trail was a large building with practically the whole village-folk in front of it. Three large bon-fires were going; but the roaring of the fire could never win over the yelling of the villagers. Staying behind one of the buildings, Johnathan peeked her head past the walls?and Acorn did as well above her?to see what was truly going on.

Nearly fifty villagers?angry ones at that?were protesting in front of a building that had a small golden-coloured arch while an elderly man and three other men were standing at the steps; over-looking the villagers. The elderly man did his best to yell over the villagers; but it was difficult due to one voice to fifty?and it did not help that noone wanted to listen to eachother.

?I know that many of you will be out of homes and businesses for nearly two weeks; but it will improve our village in the end. It will help our economy grow.?

?But we like it this way and we have had this way for over two hundred years!?

?What will we do with our families without a roof over their heads and without food in their stomachs??

?Please. Let me explain. As your mayor, I also feel your suffering. I spoke with the owners of the inns and the three inns in Reelfield are more than happy to let you all stay there as compliment.?

Nearly all the villagers groaned at that.

?But that is a two day walk!?

?The elderly will not be able to make it!?

?And where can we keep our livestock!??

The elder man at the steps tried his best to calm the villagers down; but that was no good at all. Finally, a young man ran up the stairs and stood higher than the mayor. The three men that were standing behind the mayor on the steps whisked right over to the man in order to push him off the stairs. Luckily the young man stumbled a bit; but a couple of the villagers were able to catch him before he fell. Turning back around the young man looked more angry than anyone else.

?We built this city; we built this city on rock and roll. Built this city; we built this city on rock and roll.?

Johnathan blinked. This was the first time someone started singing without music starting first. However, soon enough, music filled the air. She needs to figure out what kind of instruments would make those sounds?it sounded like a piano?but not; and multiple ones at that. Looking back to the villagers, they soon enough all got into five lines of ten?except for one line where there were eight, which was the front line. The one who spoke slowly stepped up to the first step as he glared up at the mayor and the three men behind him.

?Say you don't know me or recognise my face. Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place. Knee-deep in the hoopla; sinking in your fight, too many runaways eating up the night. Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio. Don't you remember we built this city; we built this city on rock and roll.?

A few of the villagers in the front row started to sing along with him while all of the lines moved in some kind of three-step shimmy. Johnathan knitted her eyebrows while watching them from behind. The man on the first step also did the same three step shimmy; but he went up one more step; closer to the mayor.

?We built this city; we built this city on rock and roll. Built this city; we built this city on rock and roll.?

One of the females from the front line went up the second step as well. Canting her head a bit as she watched the men behind the mayor sternly.

?Someone?s always playing corporation games. Who cares; they're always changing corporation names. We just want to dance here, but someone stole the stage. They call us irresponsible, write us off the page.

This was the first time that more than two folks sang at a different point in time rather than at the beginning of all of this singing stuff.

?Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio. Don't you remember we built this city; we built this city on rock and roll.?

Finally, the villagers moved in-sync to a different position. Now, instead of the lines, they are now in circles of four or five. Each of them held onto the arms of the person next to them as if they were all playing Tug-O-War with eachother; but they were doing it along to the beat of the music that filled the air.

"We built this city; we built this city on rock and roll. Built this city; we built this city on rock and roll."

The villagers then quickly let go of eachother before slowly going back into now three lines as they slowly got closer to the building and the arch.

"It's just another Sunday in a tired old street. Police got the choke-hold--"

"--OOooh, when we just lost the beat."

"Who counts the money underneath the bar. Who rides the wrecking ball--"

"--into our guitars."

"Don't tell us you need us."

"'Cause we're a ship of fools."

"Looking for America, coming through your schools."

"I'm looking out over that Golden Gate bridge. Out on another gorgeous sunny Saturday, not seein' that bumper to bumper traffic."

The mayor blinked as he looked just as confused as Johnathan once did when this whole singing thing started. The villagers along with the other two started to do a series of dance moves that Johnathan has never seen before...and rather difficult to explain.

"Don't you remember?"

"'Member? 'Member?"

"It's your favorite radio station, in your favorite radio city. The city by the bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps."

"Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio. Don't you remember we built this city; we built this city on rock and roll.?

The villagers finally raided the stairs and took ahold of the three men and the mayor and crowded around them. A few seconds later, some of the male villagers grabbed ahold of all four of them that were tied together and tied them around the base of the arch. With that, the villagers did a couple more of the series of dancing; then finally, danced as freely and more wacky that Johnathan has ever seen.

"We built this city; we built this city on rock and roll. Built this city; we built this city on rock and roll. We built this city; we built this city on rock and roll. Built this city; we built this city on rock and roll."

As the villagers continued on dancing freely as the mayor and the three men were tied together, they continued to sing the same four words. With that, Johnathan slowly steered Acorn away and onward along the road?to get far away from this crazy village.

?We built, we built this city, oh??

?--We built this city--?

??We built this city. We built, we built this city, oh??

?--We built this city--?

??We built this city. We built, we built this city, oh??

The villagers? voices trailed off into the night as Johnathan and Acorn continued on. It was well past midnight when Acorn slowed down to stop. With that, Johnathan hopped off of him and petted his neck soothingly.

?Come on. Ye need to rest.?

With that, Johnathan flipped the reins frontwards and led Acorn off the main roads and just onto a grassy area right off the roads. Taking no hesitation, Acorn slowly kneeled down to sit comfortably and went off in a little daze. Figuring that is how horse sleep, Johnathan chuckled quietly as a small smile crossed her lips as she sat right down on the grassy area and sat up against a tree. Johnathan knew she could not sleep--not when it is not completely safe, but she was alright with it. Staring down at her ring, she sighed a bit as she brought it up to her lips and gently kissed it.

"Soon, Angel-Heart. We will be together again."

Looking up to the near Full-Moon skies, she blinked and gently sighed again before she too went off into a daze as she watched the skies.

By morning, Acorn shook his head as he blinked himself awake; then looked over to Johnathan who was sitting on a tree branch directly above him. Acorn looked up to her, seeing that she had her travelers' bag on that had the clothed saber attached to it. Jumping down onto the ground while landing on her feet but in a crouching position; Johnathan stood upright before looking at him seriously.

"I do not want to, but it is better to tra'el alone of how I am going. I promise to find ye a good place befere we depart."

Acorn lowered his head a bit as he nuzzled his head under her chin; knowing that he understands. Johnathan took ahold of the reins frontwards again as she lead herself and Acorn back onto the main roads in order to continue on with her travels.

A few hours later, once the sun was completely up, Johnathan did find a small family that was in need of a horse. Looking up to Acorn, who knew well enough what to do, she smiled a bit as she knitted her eyebrows. She never says "Good-Bye"...They will find a way to see eachother again. And with that, Johnathan continued South while Acorn and the family headed West. Johnathan dared not to turn back as she blinked rapidly for a moment and then finally shook her head. Breathing deeply, she took ahold of the strap of her travelers' bag and headed on.

By mid-afternoon, Johnathan stopped abruptly as her nose twitched. There was a small breeze...but it was not the normal breeze she has been going through for nearly two weeks. It was a breeze that she knew so well. The breeze that came from the Oceans. Johnathan picked up her pace on the road, honestly not realising that there was noone on the road now. Nearly an hour later, she stopped as soon she passed over a small three-dune-grassy meadow. The waters were crashing softly against the shores while rings of different tones filled the air. Cream-coloured-clouds with dark brown bars in the middle filled the late-afternoon skies while Johnathan slowly looked more refreshed and youthful. The Oceans were finally calling Johnathan; telling her to relax--the Oceans were welcoming her home.

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Song: We Built This City
Music Group: Starship

Music Of The Nite, Angel Of The Morning, And Afternoon Delight
Episode Five ? A Journey To The Past


Johnathan has never been to this port-town before?not even when she was on her ship. No matter, most port-towns? layout were nearly the same. The inn was close by the pub?but this port-town had two. One by the pub and the other remotely close to the harbours. Logically, Johnathan took room in the one closer to the harbours. Luckily, someone left a room key on the bar-top. Johnathan glanced around for a moment before taking it and tucked it in her bag. Johnathan was not stealing, per say, but if the Inn-Keeper did not notice the key there; then someone else must have placed it there before they departed. With that, Johnathan glanced around for a couple of seconds and grabbed the key; in hopes that noone saw her do so. There were a couple of folks close to the fireplace; but they were paying too much attention to eachother?which, in all honesty, made Johnathan want to gag but was jealous simultaneously. No matter. Going up the stairs, as the key was engraved with ?2D,? she glanced up at the doors as she walked down the hall. ?2B.? ?2C.? Finally, ?2D? came about and she placed in the key into the doorknob. Hearing a click from the lock, she pushed the door open, walked in and closed the door gently behind her.

The room was simple. A bed, a night-stand with an oil lantern burning dimly, a desk with a chair on the opposite side of the room and a small wardrobe with mirror-panels as part of its door. Beside the wardrobe were a pitcher that was empty and a large porcelain bowl that had a fresh washcloth that was neatly folded inside it. Johnathan did not need much at all of this; just a place to stow her belongings for now. Placing the bag upon the bed, she unfolded the scabbard that was holding the saber that is now accompanying her before she slowly unsheathed it. Staring at it for a moment, she chuckled quietly before gently covering it up again and placing it on the bed. Looking out the window; she watched the sun getting ready to go towards the opposite side of this world. She had no clue where she was, the only thing she knew was that she was going the right way?hopefully.

By the sun was down to a sliver in the skies, Johnathan was already out and about in the port-town. Granted nearly everything was closed down for the day; but she did not mind. Further in town was the other inn; and right next door was the pub. However, she saw very few ladies going in?at least none of the non-Night-Walkers. Giving a small sigh, she loosened her shirt a bit?so it does not completely give away her figure?and pulled her hair back so it still covered her ears; but she tucked it under her shirt. She refused to take off any of her jewelry; so, Johnathan had to do her best not to be seen so much. Once going into the pub; luckily she did not have to worry so much about being seen. There were quite a few men this evening. The bar was full and practically the bar-top was filled with mugs that were empty, partially empty, partially full, or full. Johnathan stepped to the side to the left of the door; farther away from the fireplace. Men scattered everywhere, laughing, drinking, and playing their own games. Some were town-folk, others were sailors, and others were just travelers. There were three sailors in particular, though?about ten feet away from Johnathan?that were sitting ontop of the table itself. Al three of them were a bit rowdy due to one too many fills of their mugs, but one of them talked louder than the others at that point in time. His voice was a bit on the husky side, as if the salt from the Oceans laid permanent residence in his throat.

?I remember when me best frien? from the days o? sailin? told the crew ?bout his son. He was once a proud father a strong and strappin? young lad, but the young one was also a fool o? a lad. I will ne?er forget the day that he sent himself to the Lockers. He gave a fond fare-thee-well when he read us the letter he received at home-port but ne?er read until at sea.?

Johnathan watched the men quiet down a bit, but there were quite a few that were having their own conversation. There was no sign of any guitar or even a lute and yet the music started up?again. It was something that Johnathan got used to, but it still confused her. Even worse, she should not sing due to the fact that noone has truly noticed her there and she wants it that way.

? ?My son John was tall and slim and he had a leg for ev'ry limb. But now he?s got no legs at all fer he ran a race with a cannonball.? ?

Out of the corner of Johnathan?s eye, a man slowly rose up and joined in of the story-telling.

"To me roo dum dar, far diddle dar. Whack fer the riddle to me roo dum dar."

The rest of the men quieted down their conversations to listen to the story. Johnathan did her best to stay off to the side while watching them. Hoping that she did not join in as well, she gripped onto the traveler?s bag tightly and stayed silent.

? ?Were ya deaf or were ya blind when ya left yer two fine legs behind? Or was it sailin? on the sea fer yer two fine legs right down to yer knees.' "

A few more men started to join along with the song, which Johnathan found peculiar.

"To me roo dum dar, far diddle dar. Whack fer the riddle to me roo dum dar."

?What was the truth??

That was the first time that anyone was actually able to speak while there was singing going on. Johnathan quickly darted her eyes over to the one who spoke. A Night-Walker that was straddling a man backwards so she was able to face everyone else, but the man had his own viewing from the hiked-up skirt from behind. Looking back to the story-teller, Johnathan blinked, now curious to what was the reason behind this kid?s tomfoolery. The story-teller, though, did answer that?when he continued on singing.

? ?I was not deaf; I was not blind when I left me two fine legs behind. Nor was it sailing on the seas fer me two fine legs right down to me knee.? To me roo dum dar, far diddle dar. Whack fer the riddle to me roo dum dar. ?Fer I was tall and I was slim and I had a leg fer ev?ry limb; but now I've got no legs at all; they were both shot away by a cannonball.? To me roo dum dar, far diddle dar. Whack fer the riddle to me roo dum dar. To me roo dum dar, far diddle dar. Whack fer the riddle to me roo dum dar."

During the last line of the singing, practically half of the pub went along with it. Right after the last syllable, everyone went on as if nothing happened; just a sailor telling a story and that was it. The men went back to their drinking, playing games and flirt with the other four Night-Walkers that were currently not occupied. The two that were with the story-teller still are as they went on with their normal conversation.

?And that was just on yer prev?us voyage??

?Aye. That it was. She was a beauty.?

Johnathan watched the man as he seemed a bit depressed when he was talking about the ship as he took a swig from the mug he was holding onto.

?What was Her name again??

?Aye, The Missing Link. She was swell o? a lass??till those idiots decided to go all mut?ny and leave the majority of us here.?

Johnathan raised her head up at that, eyes in complete shock. For two things occurred at once. First, the mention of the ship she once controlled; second, the no-mentioning of a female captain. Which only led to one thing, this was not the present-times. Slowly turning about, Johnathan moved closer to the door; needing to get out of the pub?and out of this area. Right when she was going to grab the handle to the door, someone beat her to the punch on the opposite side. The door swung outward and Johnathan stopped and stared up to the stranger that was no stranger to her at all.

The man was about a half-foot over six feet with chocolate waved hair that was pulled back into a pony-tail by leather strings. His facial features were a bit oval, but symmetrical while the light-brown eyes stared down at the unknown-but-looks-familiar folk who was looking back up at him. Knitting his eyebrows in confusion, he canted his head as he placed his hand into the fog-grey fleece-coat pocket.

?Do I??

?--Pardon.?

Johnathan interrupted him by doing her best impression of a male?s voice as she quickly looked down and scooted quickly through the doorway, she ran to the docks?which was about a quarter-of-a-mile away. Catching her breath as she gripped onto the rails between one docking bay and another; she slowly closed her eyes as tears rolled down her face. It was the first time in over two-hundred-fifty years since she has seen him?to see her father alive.

It took Johnathan a good five minutes to calm herself down before she headed back to the inn, which was luckily not far. She dared not to go back to the pub for in fear of changing history in general and of herself if she did see her father again. Once Johnathan got up to her room, she placed down her bag upon the bed and sigh a bit as she stared out at the window; vaguely seeing her reflection. She looked fresh and rejuvenated; but her mind was far beyond exhausted. Looking out to the Oceans, she blinked before looking back to her bag. Opening it up, she dug right into it and pulled out the dress that she took from Zen. Folding it out and striking it in the air to make it seem straighter, she stared at it for a moment. With that, she placed it upon the bed and took off her boots first, and then the green-tunic and finally the leather pants before placing the dress on. It fit her with ease and went right at the bottom of her ankles. In the back of the dress, it poofed up a bit, so it gave a bit of a train; but she did not mind it at all. Grabbing one of the leather strings from her bag, she placed up her hair so it seemed more proper?in a female fashion. With that, she placed her other clothes and her boots in the bag. She stared at the scabbard that was housing the saber for a moment before folding it back into the cloth that it was originally in. Taking a couple more of leather strings from her bag, she tied it around the strap of her bag before placing her bag back on her. Johnathan knew what she had to do. Stepping out of the room at the inn, she headed back downstairs?barefooted?and placed the key onto the bartop so the keeper could place it back properly. Leaving the inn, she headed back to the docks; this time, though, to the actual beach.

Hearing the Oceans? waves eased Johnathan?s mind. It was the first time in so many years that she has seen ships out there in the Waters. It was somewhat comforting to see harbours still active and not under constant terror. Never once were her own harbours out of her mind?just always in the back. Slowly looking down to her wet bare feet, she slunk down onto the sand; taking no hesitation of the waves crash against her legs and the bottom-half of her body; practically ruining the dress. Taking off the bag that had the clothed saber attached to it, she placed it upon the sand; watching the Waters wash onto it every now and again. She knew that she was not meant to be here, she knew that everything was a test that Hunter is trying to make her doubt everything. But the one thing she did not understand was how did Hunter place her in the past and why did her Frog not respond to it? Is she becoming that na?ve and single-minded? Was all of this searching?for nothing? It was only then did Johnathan figure out something?she was not going to win in the end. She could not tell if it were the waves that were playing tricks on her, but a melodic tune that sounded like a cross between a lullaby and a chantey filled the air. At this point in time, Johnathan did not care; she knew that it was inevitable.

?It is such a long way down from here. Push I up against the wall like yer religion. Still we are close enough to ending up alone with our safety net beneath these bitter words. No sense in reaching up fer what we heard. Strong as ye are, ye cannot hold up yer sight. Yer silence means much more than all of yer mo'ements. Softly whispering me name without a window, laugh again and breathe I far away. Ye were safer when I knew ye as today."

Johnathan looked up to the Full-Moon, star-spitted skies for a bit before falling backwards. Her hair still stayed in the pony-tail; but the slow-rushing waves took no hesitation for getting her hair--along with the rest of her--wet. Sand started to stick onto the dress and her hair; but she did not care. This was what she needed--something that had been missing in her life for over a year.

"Crash into the Ocean, I know yer de'otion. Crash into the Ocean and wait fer the night. I could ha'e guessed that ye were wishing fer a way out. Ye cannot seem to fall apart without an Earthquake. Take me hand and I will show ye how to break I, open up yer eyes and see the glare. She is shining down with roses in her hair."

It seemed at first she was having a convulsion, but it was too slow to be one. Finally sitting up-right, her arms played with the waves; following them inland and out. The dress was completely soaked and sea-foamed; but Johnathan did not mind it at all. The Oceans were her home, for they are half of her what she has claimed oh-so long ago. Slowly standing up, she let the waves crash up to the middle of her calves. Tears slowly started to flow down her face, showing a difference between the Oceans' Water trails and her own tears; she did not want to give up, but reality was starting to sink into her.

"Crash into the Ocean, I know yer de'otion. Crash into the Ocean and wait fer the night. Light I up like a de'il, a monster; lying in the grass beyond the line. Light I up like the china white powder falling from the sea into the sky. Light I up like a dimestore angel, Mary Mother holding onto sight. Light I up, I can hear yer moonlight dancing."

The waves slowly but surely got more harsher. The bag with the saber attached did not last long on land as the waves slowly pushed it back and forth before finally taking it into the Waters completely. Johnathan embraced the waves as she moved closer to the Waters themselves until she had to paddle her feet a bit to keep her head above the Waters. Though the waves were starting to smash her downward; her voice carried on...even underwater.

"Crash into the Ocean, I know yer de'otion. Crash into the Ocean and wait fer the night."

Johnathan's eyes slowly got heavier as the waves took her farther and deeper into the Oceans' Waters. By the time that the same melodic/lullaby that started slowly came to an end; it seemed like Johnathan was in a deep sleep; but looked like she drowned simultaneously.

Hours later, when it was nearing high-afternoon, the waves slowly spat out a travelers' bag with some sheathed weapon attached to it. A few moments later, the waves slowly spat out something else again. More of someone. Lying unconscious; but looking like she was asleep more than anything else, was Johnathan. The rich blue dress was completely soaked and scattered with sea-grass and sea-weed tag-alongs; but there was something else with Johnathan. Sure, she still had all three of her necklaces, her ring and the two bracelets; but her left hand held onto something rather loosely; as if it was placed there while she was sleeping. A head decoration of solid metal and gem that was meant for a lady--possibly of high stature, or even royalty. One thing is for sure, though, whomever created this; created it from the heart.

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Song #1: My Son John
Artist: This version by John C. Reilly

Song#2: Ocean
Artist: Casey Stratton

Side-Note: She can sing underwater...she IS Half Sea-Elven.

Music Of The Nite, Angel Of The Morning, And Afternoon Delight
Episode Seven - I Could Be The One

For days, Johnathan did nothing but swim what seemed farther out into the Oceans; getting more lost and more exhausted with each passing hour. Never once did anything weigh her down, both physically and mentally. Her traveler?s bag, though always in the Waters, never seemed to be damaged and her dress was soaked to every pore. The sunrays and the raindrops thicker than hail came down harshly into the Waters and onto her. Finally, tired and physically drained, Johnathan slowly turned about and just floated upon the waters. The sun was going down for the day as she closed her eyes; letting her body ride the waves; wherever they may take her as she drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

?Is she dead??

?No, ye ingrate. She be breathin?, ain?t she??

?But how can we be sure that it is her??

? ?E made it fer someone, must been fer her.?

?But?she?s Human.?

There was a pause from the man before he lifted up the drenched hair that covered the sleeping Johnathan?s face. Seeing the unusual sea-green-and-sea-blue-coloured ears with ocean-waves along the edges, the man quickly dropped it before looking back to the other man he was speaking with.

?She be no Human.?

?A monster!?!?

The man smacked the flat of his hand against the other man?s head.

?Git back up to the nest and just keep a stern eye out. I will inform the Cap?in ?bout this.?

By the time Johnathan woke up, her hair and the rest of her body were completely dry. Luckily, even through all the harsh weather and now upon a ship, her charm bracelet, the freesia-and-honey-suckle bracelet, her engagement ring and the three necklaces were untouched and not removed. Slowly waking up in a small cot with her bag upon the floor; she stared up to the wooden ceiling. Rubbing her eyes a bit, she blinked as she sat up on the cot; observing the room she was in. It was the Captain?s quarters, both for work and rest; which she found most peculiar for there is usually a wall separating them. But not this one. Crates and rolls of paper scattered here and there with little walkways from the bed to the desk to the door and to the window. Speaking of the window, smoking a thin, long pipe was a man?hopefully the Captain?as he looked on at the star-filled skies. Turning about as soon as he heard Johnathan sit upright on the cot; he blinked and canted his head curiously.

?Ye are far more beautiful than I expected; too bad that he claimed ye his already.?

The Captain gestured the pipe-holding hand to the top of Johnathan?s head, which still had the head-ornament holding steady and practically planted upon her head. Johnathan looked upwards for a moment before it finally dawned on her. Quickly looking back to the captain, she blinked in surprise.

?Ye know of Renne!? Please, may ye tell I where he is? I ha'e been trying to find him fer so long.?

Johnathan did her best not to sound desperate, but she knew that it came out that way. Knowing now that she was back in the present times and that it is possible that Renne is close.

?Unfortunately, Ma?am, he left us naer two months ago. We do not know where fer he was gone when we place port fer ?bout a few hours to restock.?

Slowly standing up, having the rich-and-deep-blue dress completely dry as if it has never been touched by any means, her light-brown hair in loose curls as it covered her ears and surrounded her oval-like face once again. Stepping closer to the captain via the small walkways, she stopped about five feet from him and the window.

?When will ye be laying port next? Where? How far was the port from where we are now??

So many questions that need answers, her mind was finally awake and going a mile a second. The Captain gestured his hands in an up and down motion, as if to slow her.

?Easy, Ma?am. We will be inland by morning. How far from here to there, I do not know. But the port was called Eastland Sponge Port. And do not ask ?bout the name; their specialty explains why they are called so.?

Johnathan nodded vigorously at that. Glancing out to the window, she blinked and then looked back to the Captain. It seemed like she was going to bend down and give a bow; but then remembering what kind of clothing she was in; Johnathan reluctantly gave a small curtsy.

?Me deepest apology fer me manners. Johnathan Tapole-Arc?err.?

Without any hesitation, the Captain went right down onto his knees and bowed at the waist. Johnathan looked down at him oddly before knitting her eyebrows in confusion; having her nose twitch a bit as well.

?Mer. Ye do not ha'e to??

?Pardon the interruption, Lady Tapole and please forgive I, for I did not believe the legends were true.?

Slowly standing upright, but still looking down at him; her face gave even more of a confused contorted look.

?What?legends??

?Lady Captain Tapole and her courageous fights and battles of wrong-doing brigands who plunder for the incorrect reasons. Captain Tapole and her single-handed victory over pirates to gain her ship, The Missing Link. Captain Tapole, the Lady with the Man?s name.?

The Captain looked up to Johnathan slowly as she blinked and blinked again. Completely confused, she opened her mouth for a moment and then quickly shut it before anything came out from her. In fact, she was actually speechless for once. Her nose twitched a bit yet again, letting a few good moments pass by before her voice was finally found.

?I do not want to be treated differently. I am not a legend, merely a girl looking fer her husband.?

?Not a girl, Lady Tapole. The crew believes that ye are a monster in disguise who loves the little blue creature.?

?I look like any other Fol??

She stopped herself from speaking before slowly closing her eyes.

?They saw me ears befere me face, did they not??

?Though many of us know of yer legends; none of us know of how to figure out ye are a Halfling.?

Johnathan finally opened her eyes and stared down at the Captain.

"Please speak of this to noone. It is bad enough they think of I as a monster; I do not need followers. Please stay on course and I will lea'e once ye dock. I will stay in the barrage if necessary. And please stand up; this is yer ship afterall."

The Captain nodded and then slowly stood up. He was a head-and-a-half taller than Johnathan. Slicked back light grey hair with bushy black eyebrows. Near-coal-black eyes that looked down at Johnathan doe-like.

"Please. It will be an honour to have ye here. Plus, it is less likely to have any of the men prod ye if ye remain here in me quarters."

There was a slow beat at first before a slow guitar that sounded as if lightning was playing it. Johnathan sighed a bit before furrowing her eyebrows and hung her head low; knowing well enough it is not her that will be singing.

"I'm a one track lover, down a two-way street. Drivin' fast down the highway; must o' been insane. 'Cause the temperature is too high, traveling; driving way too fast. And I knew our lovin' was too hot to last."

The Captain slowly stepped closer to Johnathan as Johnathan took a step back in-sync. But with the slim walkways, Johnathan landed back to her cot. The Captain straddled her legs; making sure that she could not move. Johnathan stared up at him before she used all of her force to push him off of her. Stumbling into some of the crates, the Captain slowly looked up to her as she got off from the cot and stomped onto the Captain's lower regions. He curled quickly into a fetal position; but never once did she let go of him. ...Curses. So close to getting away from the singing, and yet this was the first time she sung quicker than normal.

"She is smooth like ice; cold to the touch and it is not 'ery nice. When ye left--"

"--Cold to the touch--"

"--alone, ye let them treat ye badly; lea'es ye hanging on the phone. Take off--"

"--Hot enough--"

"--Sho'e ye lo'ing to the wheel, put the pedal to the floor, cos ye are heading fer the hills."

"Making love--"

"Got to get away, cannot take it any more. Man, you do not need this; lea'e it, lea'e it, lea'e at the door."

"We should be making love!"

Johnathan took no hesitation to use all of her force to punch the Captain in the face; knocking him out. A few seconds later, there came a knocking on the quarter's door and a slightly muffled voice came through from the other side.

"Cap'in. Is the lady doin' alright?"

Looking up to the closed door, Johnathan glanced down to the unconscious Captain for a second before looking back up to the door. Doing her best to get the Captain's voice, which was clear and truly accurate.

"Aye. She is allright. She will be with I fer the night. Continue on as scheduled."

"Aye, Sir."

Hearing the footsteps fade away from the door, Johnathan let her foot rise from Captain's lower region as she grabbed ahold of his arms. Lifting himself up as much as possible, she dragged him out from the fallen crates and slowly over to the cot. Hurling the Captain over the cot, Johnathan sighed heavily before looking over him. He seemed a nice and handsome gent; but a little too obsessive. No matter. She did not know what time it is; but come full daylight, they will be in port.

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Song: One Track Lover
Artist: Todd Rivers as Sanchez