"I feel like I'm in love with a stranger I've never known. Although he's still a mystery, I'm so glad I'm not alone." ~ Neil Finn
Johnathan kept on walking back and forth between the docks on Port South and everywhere else. So, how come does she not talk with anyone else? Granted; she spoke a very few amount of people. But she was always like that. Funny, though. One of the Post-Folk ran up to her and handed her an enveloped letter. Do they know anyone and everyone? She did not mind, for it was addressed to her either way. She just found it odd that the Post-Folk don't ask who you are. She was only a five minute walk from the stupidly infamous Inn, so, logically she started pacing back and forth between one end of the street and the other to read the letter.
"That is it. Time. Ye better lead I right." And off she went to the docks.
A year precisely after she received the crystallized frog charm, Johnathan was out at Seas. She has yet to wear it; for she still did not figure out how to put it on. It was inbetween midday and dusk when something in Johnathan's jacket pocket gave a melodic tone. Pulling out from the pocket, she held out in her hand the frog charm that was giving that tone. Knitting her eyebrows in confusion, some of her fellow crewmembers along The Missing Link were just as confused. The tune was rather haunting and yet so serene. And with that, the frog moved on its own. It jumped from Johnathan's hand to her neck; inbetween her two clavicle bones. That very moment when the frog jumped onto her neck, it started to claw itself into her skin--and even deeper. Clutching at her neck, while some of her crewmembers were helping her out by assisting her at tugging on her hands. It only took two minutes for the strange frog charm to be burned onto her. Finally, releasing her hands; the tune finally ended and the charm itself was now upon her; forever burned onto her.
~Fear no harm, Captain. I am here for you. Tell the mates that you are alright.~ The elderly male's voice surrounded Johnathan's mind.
Johnathan looked around for a moment to her crew as she nodded a bit; more to whomever was talking in her head. She then sighed and and nodded once again to her crewmembers.
"I am allright. Thank ye. Back to stations."
The crewmembers then saluted her and went off; leaving her alone.
~Allright. They are gone. Now, why are ye in me head. Frack that. Who in the bullocks are ye?~
~I am...Well. Call me Time.~
~Wait. Time-Father?~
~DON'T CALL ME THAT!~ His voice boomed within her head; making her wince a bit.
~Ow. Sorry. So, Time. What are ye doing in me head?~
~The prophet that gave you this was a fellow follower of mine. He foresaw something unusual about you and wolves; so I allowed him to give one of my charms.~
~Duely noted on both. So what is it completely?~
~I cannot tell you, Captain. To be quite honest with you. I am only here to guide you.~
~Then why are ye 'round in the first place if ye cannot tell I anything 'bout the Potential Future?~
~Again. To guide you. I do not know completely of what will happen to you, since I am not a Fate, Captain.~
~Please, at least call I 'Nathan. It is so strange fer someone as high as ye to call I the proper title. Are ye going to be constantly 'bout?~
~No. But a good amount of the time, I will.~
Now back at the docks, and staying there for the evening. She blinked as she looked down to the frog charm; giving off the pale green glow again. Knitting her eyebrows in confusion, she then nodded a bit as she pulled the sailor's bag of hers in front of her. She then took out the two egg-shaped rocks and placed them onto the docks' ground.
"Allright. Please lead the way."
And with that, the two rocks rolled on, leading Johnathan to the Holding Houses--where Renne is.
Johnathan kept on walking back and forth between the docks on Port South and everywhere else. So, how come does she not talk with anyone else? Granted; she spoke a very few amount of people. But she was always like that. Funny, though. One of the Post-Folk ran up to her and handed her an enveloped letter. Do they know anyone and everyone? She did not mind, for it was addressed to her either way. She just found it odd that the Post-Folk don't ask who you are. She was only a five minute walk from the stupidly infamous Inn, so, logically she started pacing back and forth between one end of the street and the other to read the letter.
"That is it. Time. Ye better lead I right." And off she went to the docks.
A year precisely after she received the crystallized frog charm, Johnathan was out at Seas. She has yet to wear it; for she still did not figure out how to put it on. It was inbetween midday and dusk when something in Johnathan's jacket pocket gave a melodic tone. Pulling out from the pocket, she held out in her hand the frog charm that was giving that tone. Knitting her eyebrows in confusion, some of her fellow crewmembers along The Missing Link were just as confused. The tune was rather haunting and yet so serene. And with that, the frog moved on its own. It jumped from Johnathan's hand to her neck; inbetween her two clavicle bones. That very moment when the frog jumped onto her neck, it started to claw itself into her skin--and even deeper. Clutching at her neck, while some of her crewmembers were helping her out by assisting her at tugging on her hands. It only took two minutes for the strange frog charm to be burned onto her. Finally, releasing her hands; the tune finally ended and the charm itself was now upon her; forever burned onto her.
~Fear no harm, Captain. I am here for you. Tell the mates that you are alright.~ The elderly male's voice surrounded Johnathan's mind.
Johnathan looked around for a moment to her crew as she nodded a bit; more to whomever was talking in her head. She then sighed and and nodded once again to her crewmembers.
"I am allright. Thank ye. Back to stations."
The crewmembers then saluted her and went off; leaving her alone.
~Allright. They are gone. Now, why are ye in me head. Frack that. Who in the bullocks are ye?~
~I am...Well. Call me Time.~
~Wait. Time-Father?~
~DON'T CALL ME THAT!~ His voice boomed within her head; making her wince a bit.
~Ow. Sorry. So, Time. What are ye doing in me head?~
~The prophet that gave you this was a fellow follower of mine. He foresaw something unusual about you and wolves; so I allowed him to give one of my charms.~
~Duely noted on both. So what is it completely?~
~I cannot tell you, Captain. To be quite honest with you. I am only here to guide you.~
~Then why are ye 'round in the first place if ye cannot tell I anything 'bout the Potential Future?~
~Again. To guide you. I do not know completely of what will happen to you, since I am not a Fate, Captain.~
~Please, at least call I 'Nathan. It is so strange fer someone as high as ye to call I the proper title. Are ye going to be constantly 'bout?~
~No. But a good amount of the time, I will.~
Now back at the docks, and staying there for the evening. She blinked as she looked down to the frog charm; giving off the pale green glow again. Knitting her eyebrows in confusion, she then nodded a bit as she pulled the sailor's bag of hers in front of her. She then took out the two egg-shaped rocks and placed them onto the docks' ground.
"Allright. Please lead the way."
And with that, the two rocks rolled on, leading Johnathan to the Holding Houses--where Renne is.