Crutchie turned his head quickly, peering over the side of the ship instead of doing what he was told. He had never been very good at obeying adults. He was trying to see what the Doctor was looking at, trying to find what she had seen that had worried her so much. He felt more than heard someone coming up from behind him, though his eyes widened in surprise as he recognized Orpheus. None of the sailors so far had heeded the Doctor’s warning, and Crutchie was still searching for the cause of it. Perhaps she hadn’t meant it for the others, just for him. Orpheus peered out over the side as well, trying to sense what the Doctor had seen. His eyes narrowed and very, very quietly he spoke. “What did you see Miss Doctor?” he asked, voice soft. “The men will want to fight it, whatever it is. I take it you don’t believe that’s the best idea.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 24, 2021 3:35:45 GMT -5
"I ..." the Doctor was running off instincts more than concrete thought right then. Maybe if it had been anything else, she would have pulled Orpheus away from the side. Crutchie she still approached, ready to pull him back just in case. This was all a lot more complicated, she felt, than anyone on the ship was ready to handle. Even still, there was that distant sound. She shook her head, back and forth, back and forth. She needed to answer with something. "There's something out there," she said to Orpheus. "We're getting closer. And whatever it is, they wont be able to fight it." Her teeth were gritted. "Crutchie, I think it best you go." The sound was almost clear enough now. Distant singing. She found her head swiveling in that direction. "Really, really bad something," she noted. Alien? It had to be, right? "Fish lures," she mumbled under her breath. "And we're the fish."
Orpheus heard it too, his eyes widening at the sound. It took him only a moment to realize what it was before He backed up a few steps, glancing at the crew. “Sirens!” He shouted, catching the attention of everyone still on deck. “Sirens!” He yelled again, trusting Jason to take over from that point. Disappearing belowdecks, he grabbed for his lyre before making his way back up top. The siren song was getting louder, loud enough that many of the crew had begun to listen, began to move forward. Orpheus murmured something unpleasant under his breath before he began playing, trying to make each note as loud and clear as he could. “Listen to me!” he shouted, hoping that would have some effect. His gaze turned towards the Doctor, hoping she knew what they were up against. Hoping she knew not to listen. Jason had begun barking orders, telling those who could to get belowdecks, and those who couldn’t to try and cover their ears as they worked to steer the ship. Crutchie stumbled back a few steps, shaking his head firmly. If the Doctor was staying, so was he, even if it was dangerous. The singing was pretty, too. He leaned forward, straining to hear it just a little better, trying to make out the individual words. He could hear Orpheus begin to play behind him, and a frustrated frown grew over his face. It seemed to him the singing had been saying something important, he wanted to hear it…
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 31, 2021 10:55:18 GMT -5
The Doctor grabbed his arm, aiming to pull Crutchie away. She was humming under her breath, then a bit loader as she went. Even as her brain scrambled with hyper excitement. Sirens? Sirens! They were supposed to be myths! Human myths! Oh, of course there were aliens, but she didn't think she would have heard of these yet. Were they native to Earth? Were they from somewhere else? She was curious, but she also didn't want Crutchie falling off the side of the boat. She pressed her hands over his ears, which meant she was only a bit protected from the same problem. She found herself straining to hear over her own humming. Maybe she should stop humming to hear it better? She started humming louder, glancing at Orpheus. She found herself simultaneously grateful for the music and wishing he would stop. "Keep your hands over your ears," she insisted loudly near Crutchie. Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm.
Crutchie let himself be pulled back reluctantly, relaxing only a little bit once the Doctor’s hands were firmly over his ears. He could hear the music, but he wanted to hear what the sirens had been saying. He wasn’t sure he knew what sirens were, but they seemed… important. Interesting. They had promised him things, and he wanted to hear the rest of what they had to say. And yet… he trusted the Doctor. He wanted to believe she really did have his best interest in mind. Reluctantly, he forced his own hands under hers, covering his ears. He wasn’t sure he really needed to now, though, especially with how loud Orpheus was playing. It was meant to cover the entire ship, and they were right next to him. Orpheus, fortunately, hadn’t heard any of the sirens’ promises before he began playing. He had no urge to stop playing. No urge to abandon his duty and jump overboard. His self-restraint likely wouldn’t have lasted nearly that long if he had heard any of the promises they offered. He glanced over, grateful the Doctor seemed to be telling Crutchie what to do. Good. He began to move forward, hoping that they would keep covering their ears so he could get nearer to the people who couldn’t cover theirs – the ones who needed to be steering the ship as far away from the sirens as they could get.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 5, 2021 23:03:59 GMT -5
The Doctor edged Crutchie after Orpheus, steering him in that direction with her hands still over his ears until the last possible second. She just edged him in that direction, moving him after the noisy music. Her? She wanted to find out what was out there. She really wanted to. So she dropped her hands away from Crutchie's ears and turned around. Her hands went over her ears, but she didn't find herself walking after either of them. She just found herself staring out at the ocean. What were they? And what were they saying? Their promises rung in her ears, though if asked she wouldn't have been able to say what they were promising. It was just ... something. Something important. And she found that she really wanted to know if they could fulfil those promises. She stepped to the side of the ship again. Looking out at the water.
Orpheus watched the Doctor nervously, the music breaking off for just a moment as he considered whether to call out to her. At least the boy seemed to be staying close to him, letting him block out the sound from the sirens. Some of the men were starting to look at the water like the Doctor was. Orpheus couldn’t help all of them at once, he could just focus on making his music as loud as he possibly could. “Doctor!” he called after a long moment, trying to pull her attention towards him. The men had agreed to be on this boat. They had left their families behind, and many knew they wouldn’t make it back. But the Doctor… if she went over, she would leave Crutchie there… he didn’t doubt the boy’s capability – he honestly could probably fight better than Orpheus himself – but they had come there together. Leaving him alone… wouldn’t be fair. “Don’t listen to them,” he said, yelling to be heard over his own playing.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 8, 2021 2:12:28 GMT -5
The Doctor did hear him, but she found herself frowning. Why should she listen? Why should it matter? All of this seemed so much more ... interesting than whatever must be here. She was sure that she needed to hear this. ... Growling under her breath, the Doctor pushed herself away from the edge of what was likely something very dangerous. It took effort. It took sacrifice. Or rather, what it actually took was stalking back to Orpheus and loudly stating. "Thank you for your concern." But she wasn't done. Not by a long shot. She looked at Crutchie, then at Orpheus. Then she stuffed her fingers in her ears. "Does this work? Can I go back now?" she asked. Slightly snappish, as if Orpheus wasn't trying to help her and that was all.
Orpheus recoiled a little bit from the Doctor’s sharp voice, though he knew it was driven more by the siren’s spell than anything else. Still… he was trying to help, and he knew that if the Doctor went closer to the edge… she might never come back. He didn’t want to lose her like that. “Please stay close,” Orpheus warned, shaking his head. He knew that every break he took in the music was a break for the sirens to ensnare someone in the crew… every time he talked, someone could die. If they died… that was on him. How could he shoulder that burden? He shook his head, turning his full attention back to the music. Crutchie grabbed the Doctor’s arm, trying to stop her from going over to the edge. It meant he was slightly more exposed, only one hand over his ears, but he shook his head firmly. “You’re my way out of here!” he yelled, trying to be heard over the music – the kind that kept them anchored to the boat, and the kind that lured them out, promising things that shouldn’t have been possible.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 9, 2021 1:37:11 GMT -5
Crutchie's hand kept her steadied. It kept her away from the edge. But even if that was the case, it only did a little to assist in what she probably should have been paying attention to. Crutchie's hand only served as a reminder that she had responsibilities. And that she wanted ... wanted ... That nothing was ever hers. That she kept having to set aside her own feelings for others. But even with that despite thought - that whispered song - she couldn't shrug off Crutchie's arm. Obligation or calling, she didn't know why she didn't move. But she looked back at Crutchie and finally opted to step back. Just a little. And very slowly. And the look she cast him might not have been as friendly as the Doctor usually managed. But step away from the side of the ship she did. She wanted to step back again almost at once, but she resisted. She waited. She watched and tried to work out the song from a 'safe' distance.
Crutchie breathed out in relief as the Doctor stepped back. He tried not to take the look she gave him personally – the sirens were tempting. He likely would have already been overboard if it weren’t for the Doctor and Orpheus. He wondered if there was a safe way to listen to them. A safe way to hear what they promised. He didn’t like the idea of drowning – the sirens wouldn’t even have to do much work with him. He didn’t know how to swim. If he fell in, he would sink like a rock. “Maybe… maybe we’ll see them again,” he offered the Doctor, still shouting to make sure he had even the slightest chance of being heard. “Maybe… there’ll be a way for you to listen to them without it being dangerous! And without putting the crew in danger!” He didn’t know if that was possible, but he hated the disappointment on the Doctor’s face. He had been able to mostly clear the influence of the sirens from his mind. Orpheus’ music was distracting enough that it was easy to focus on that instead of the siren song, especially with one hand pressed against his ear as hard as he possibly could get it.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 14, 2021 21:01:50 GMT -5
The Doctor didn't look particular impressed and she didn't seem to be paying much attention to Crutchie. It didn't seem like her. It didn't seem like something which the Doctor would do. But there she stood, looking out at the ocean. She didn't know what it was supposed to answer. But she needed them. She felt like she needed them. But she still kept near Orpheus' music, listening to it to drown out the temptation. But she didn't respond to Crutchie. It was hard to work out, but it almost felt like she was traveling toward something. But she couldn't place what that meant. If they were alien, maybe they knew something she didn't. If they were some sort of illusion or construct created by whatever had tossed them here, then maybe it would tell then how to get out. Or, and she didn't want to admit this to herself, whatever it was it was a trap. So she waited. Frowning.
Orpheus glanced at the Doctor, not liking the set expression on her face. If she died here… if she went towards the trap… he shared a look with Crutchie, then set his jaw. No, he wouldn’t let any of them risk death, not yet. He knew there were some who wanted to know what it was the sirens had to tell them. He knew there were some who had plans to go by them, tying themselves to the mast. Maybe that would work on their way back. Or maybe… Orpheus knew where they were now. After this was all over, maybe he could take her back. Maybe… not with Crutchie, though. The boy looked about as uncomfortable as Orpheus felt. “Do you have a song suggestion?” he called to the Doctor instead, hoping that distracting her would be enough to get her mind off the call of the sirens. He still kept playing, but he notes weren’t nearly as organized as they were before. He wasn’t exactly running out of material, but he was playing whatever came into his head. Whatever he thought was loud and exciting enough to keep the crew moving. As it was, he thought the siren song was getting at least a little bit quieter. It was easier to think.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 20, 2021 23:04:51 GMT -5
The Doctor glanced at Orpheus. It was a kind offer. One which she really should have paid mind to. But she couldn't help feeling moody. She couldn't help it, even if she really wanted to. "None which you're recognize," she said softly. She didn't know what to say. This was just ... what it was. The song was getting more distant. Whatever she was expecting to find more distant too. As the influence left, the Doctor expected to get less moody, but the reverse was true. Rather than that, she found that she was growing increasingly sour. Why? Because she felt a little bit foolish, but that wasn't the main thing. She could have brushed that off. The difference was she wasn't sure why it was so important to her. Whatever it was that the song had to say, it felt like something she didn't already know. "What song are you playing now?" she asked Orpheus, for lack of something better to say.
Orpheus frowned a little bit, but he knew he had to keep playing, couldn’t break to ask what she meant by that. Or to explain to her that if she sang a chorus, he could probably get down the basics of the song well enough to play it, even if he had never heard it before. It wasn’t that difficult to figure music like that out, if there was at least one person nearby who knew what the song was supposed to sound like. He turned his attention away from her for just a moment, looking over at the crew to make sure they were all alright. His eyes were wide as he did a mental count, breath coming out in a soft gasp as he realized they were all there. Good. “I’m making something up right now,” he admitted to the Doctor as soon as he felt safe enough to talk again. He could still hear the siren song, but it was starting to fade out. Starting to get easier to ignore. He couldn’t read the Doctor’s expression very well – he didn’t know her well enough to be able to yet – but he didn’t think she was very pleased. Or relieved, even though their lives weren’t in danger anymore. Finally, he set the lyre down and met her eyes, tilting his head a little bit. “Are you alright?” he asked candidly, brow furrowing in concern.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 27, 2021 23:22:07 GMT -5
The Doctor’s expression at once shifted to something a bit more open. It was like whatever had just shifted her composure had never happened. “I’m fine, no need to worry about me. Just a bit distracted.” The lie slipped oh so easily off her tongue. She nodded toward the rest of the people on the ship, indicating them and the fact that they likely needed more attention than she did. “You should check on the crew. Me and my friend here are fine.” She did lean forward just a bit, curiosity in her eyes. “Sirens, though. I honestly wasn’t expecting that. You and your little trip does seem in for quite … an interesting journey.” This was all she said. And she hoped it would be left at that. It seemed the best thing for all of them if they just … She didn’t know. She was fine.
Orpheus searched the Doctor’s face, giving it a quick look over before deciding it wasn’t a battle he wanted to fight. As long as she was alive, she would be alright. If she wasn’t feeling find now… then he might as well make sure that the rest of the crew had survived. “Jason knew there would be danger. He had been forthright with Orpheus about that from the very beginning. Orpheus knew that without him there… the crew would die. He just hadn’t expected it to happen quite so quickly. Crutchie didn’t believe that the Doctor was alright. He couldn’t read her very well, but he had a feeling that something was still… wrong. He let the lie go, though, because he really didn’t know her well enough to be able to call her out on it. He just had… a feeling. “Are we fine?” he asked the Doctor, shifting his weight a little bit. “I mean… you were pretty drawn in by them…”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 8, 2021 1:16:14 GMT -5
That question was a lot harder than Crutchie probably expected. The Doctor had to wait for a while, calculating something in her mind before she actually answered her companion. "No," she said softly. She checked at Orpheus was away from them - and that no one else would be listening in. "There's going to be a lot of obstacles ahead of us." She tapped at her head, like she was knocking against a door. "There's a lot up here. I don't know all the details. But if this is going to go how I think it is ..." She glanced back. "Then that was the easy part." So no. Not fine. But it at least didn't include just her. She wasn't the only one being singled out. That was slightly better. But there was a lot of things ahead of them. "I wish I knew the exact details," she said, tsking under her breath.
“The easy part?” Crutchie replied, a bit of nervousness leaking into his voice. He didn’t want to demand that the Doctor tell him everything, but if she had an idea of where this was going… he couldn’t help but feel that she owed him at least a little bit of an explanation. If they were in danger, he wanted to know what sorts of things he needed to be prepared for. And it wasn’t even like, if this was actual history, that she could change history by telling him what would happen, because he wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place. “What sorts of obstacles?” he asked after a moment, trying to ask in the most tactful way he knew how. He was fine with danger – danger wasn’t that much different from figuring out how to sell papers and make enough money to survive the next day. At least this sort of danger was more rewarding. “Maybe… telling me what you know will help you work out the details? That works for smart people, sometimes. Trying to explain it to people who don’t know much.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 14, 2021 13:45:55 GMT -5
There was a small frown and a glance away from the Doctor. She debated for a bit on what to tell Crutchie. Then she looked back at him, tapping her chin as she said, “There are a lot of details. Most of which I can’t remember right now. But I do know that there are a lot of monsters ahead of us. And things that wont look like monsters. The specific details …” She shrugged a bit, at a loss. “I don’t remember the order - or even if what I know will hold. I also couldn’t tell you what is and what isn’t something Odysseus ran into. Which at least we aren’t with him. Then I’d be a whole lot more concerned. At any rate, sticking close to Orpheus is likely the better option that you have.” She glanced after where Orpheus had gone. “If we are really in the myths … he has a ways ahead of him.” The distant look in her eyes seemed to be … haunting. Then she glanced back at Crutchie and grinned. “Plus he is so cool. He’s supposed to be able to cause rocks to cry, if you believe the stories, heh.”
Crutchie was having a hard time telling truth from fiction. The thing was… he wanted to believe the Doctor about the things that Orpheus could do. He was in the middle of the ocean with a group of strangers, having just passed a group of magical monsters. It was thousands of years before he had even been born. But he had no concept of what was possible and what wasn’t. Was it possible to make stones weep? The rules weren’t quite clear. He wasn’t even sure the Doctor knew the rules. “I’ve heard of Odysseus,” he supplied, though he doubted the comment was very helpful. Just because he had heard of someone didn’t mean he knew what they had gone through, nor what their trials meant for the situation they currently found themselves in. “But… if Orpheus has a ways ahead of him, that means he probably survives this, right?” He hoped that was the case. Firstly, because he found he liked the musician, and he liked the way he seemed so dedicated to helping the crew, but also because the Doctor was right. The best way to survive was probably sticking near the one person you knew was going to come out of the situation alive. “But… yeah, that seems cool. Think we’ll see him do anything like that?” The thing was… Orpheus didn’t seem amazing. His music was good, but he just… seemed like a normal person who was doing his best to be nice. Not like the untouchable heroes that stories were full of.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 20, 2021 1:17:21 GMT -5
The Doctor didn't point out that history didn't always work that way. Not least that they might not even be in history. They might be somewhere else. Somewhere unreachable by her theories and knowledge. But she didn't say that. Crutchie needed something to grasp onto and he needed someone who seemed confident. Even if things didn't stick to the script ... and they likely wouldn't ... than at least it was something. "Maybe," she said. And she did sound excited and interested. Orpheus music was good and she was very interested in his abilities. "I would like to," she added. And she clearly meant it. There was a light in her eyes that seemed to hold something a lot brighter than quiet interest. Like a fan at a music concert, really. She looked at this situation with much the same hungry interest. "We should see if there's anything we can do," she added. That seemed important. She wondered if their trip a bit too close to the edge had went unnoticed by the others (notably Jason) or not.
Crutchie followed the Doctor’s gaze, then nodded. He wanted to hear Orpheus perform and make rocks cry (which he didn’t really believe in, but wanted to see even more because of that), but there were other things they needed to handle first. Namely, figuring out what, exactly, was going to happen next. And maybe try to make themselves useful so they didn’t get kicked off at the nearest stop. He, too, was wondering if anyone else had seen how close the Doctor had come to going over the edge in spite of Orpheus’ music. He wouldn’t’ be surprised if someone like Jason would try to use that as an excuse to kick them off the boat. Finding something to do seemed like a good way to mitigate that possibility. “I’ll go see if I can find Jason,” he said after a moment, looking around. The crew seemed a little bit nervous, though they had all survived what was probably the first of many trials. Crutchie couldn’t shake the desire to stick close to Orpheus, if only because it seemed like he was probably going to survive. Also his music was nice. Reluctantly, he moved forward into the bow of the ship, hoping to find Jason and request… orders was the wrong word. He wasn’t going to take orders. But he was capable of helping, if there was something for him to do.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 25, 2021 0:16:46 GMT -5
The whole issue was of course the fact that the Doctor didn't know what she was doing. But that was always an issue. It was just something she never really had a compass for. So instead she stepped forward with purpose, gaze swinging this way and that. She could at least locate Orpheus and where he was talking. It was just a matter of finding Jason now. It took a second, since mostly all that she saw looking back at her was scared faces that seemed to be struggling to work out what to make of the situation that had just happened. If they were getting that nervous at just this first run ... the Doctor didn't know what to do about that. Well, them aside, she did find Jason. He was further within the workings of the ship, and Crutchie seemed to have found that direction first. The Doctor walked over and said, hands behind her back. "Is there something I can assist with, Jason?" she asked.
Crutchie looked back at the sound of the Doctor’s voice, stepping aside so she could talk to Jason, if she wanted. He didn’t think he was the best one to handle it, as Jason had barely acknowledged him when he walked in. But… barely was better than no acknowledgment at all, he supposed. Jason turned, eyes narrowing a bit as he took in the sight of the Doctor. “Are you asking to do anything specific?” he asked, looking rather suspiciously at the Doctor. He hadn’t seen her near-foray into the depths, but he had been aware she had been on deck without really helping. Not that he had that much of a problem with it – he figured she and Crutchie might have gotten in the way had they tried to insert themselves. He considered, then shifted. “Have either of you ever sailed before?” he asked, arms crossing. “If not… it might be useful for you to learn how to help with the sails. We have the rowing down well enough.” He sounded resigned, almost – there was no getting rid of them, it seemed. “And Doctor… you best not be lying about your navigational abilities. We may yet need them.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 30, 2021 0:43:08 GMT -5
"Wasn't lying in the least," the Doctor said brightly. For once, that hadn't been a lie. However, she was certain there would be a couple lies before things really got to far along. But no reason to think about that. "I have experience with sailing, however," she answered brightly. She looked around and added, "Quite a bit." She glanced at Crutchie, then added, "And I could use quick hands, so I'm quite certain that both of us could be of some use. Just direct me toward what needs it." She did agree that she could help. But that also meant that she had quite an interest in what Jason would say or do. At what point he would trust her and the like. It might take a while. But she thought that in this case, her actions would prove more trust gaining than her words would. "To your knowledge," she added after a second, "do you know what's ahead - next in our path, that is?" She was curious about that too, since she didn't remember.
Jason’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the Doctor, seemingly judging what she was saying to make sure she was telling the truth. Frustratingly, he found he couldn’t tell. He cast a quick glance at Crutchie, trying to see if he had any idea. Apparently not. Or else he was as good at hiding things as the Doctor was. He breathed out, trying to keep his patience. He didn’t like not being certain. He liked having all of his ducks in a row, and the Doctor wasn’t just not lined up, she was a swan among his ducks. He couldn’t predict her. “We’re heading to Lemnos,” he informed her, dipping his head. “If we can find accommodation there, we may rets for a night or two, just to collect extra supplies to fuel us on the rest of our trip. Beyond that… Colchis, hopefully. We may make a few extra stops along the way, but… the journey isn’t always predictable, Doctor. We don’t know exactly where we’ll end up.” He pursed his lips, considering. “We may need your help getting back on course towards Lemnos. We might have ended up off course with the… encounter with the sirens.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2021 2:31:21 GMT -5
There was an odd whistling in the Doctor's ear all of a sudden. She tried to push it away, to pay better attention to what Jason was saying, but it didn't really work out. She just ended up watching his lips without really hearing anything which he had to say. Whether or not that was a good idea or not was another thing, because the whistling just seemed to get louder the more she did it. She glanced around. "Can you hear that?" she asked. Maybe more Crutchie than Jason, but she wasn't really sure either would be able to hear it. It seemed to be coming from her own head. Something was going on. It was more like the sound was in her brain. She pressed her hands to either side of her head and tried to keep her thoughts in order, trying to work out what was going on. But there wasn't any source to what was going on. Only now she was starting to feel the sensation ringing in her bones as well ...
Crutchie glanced at the Doctor, eyes wide as she commented about a sound. A sound he couldn’t hear. He shared a helpless look with Jason, then moved forward a few steps in an attempt to help as best he could. Whatever the sound was, it looked like it hurt… he braced the Doctor’s arm, then immediately let go, slamming his hands over his own ears. “I hear it,” he muttered reluctantly, though he wasn’t sure hearing was the right word. It was as though the sound pierced through him, buzzing and reacting in ways Crutchie didn’t know sound could. He leaned down so he could keep hold of his crutch as he tried to block the noise out. “What… what does it mean?” he asked, almost shouting the words as he looked at the Doctor, brows creasing enough that the freckles on his forehead almost seemed to meet in the middle of his face. His eyes narrowed and he shook his head vigorously, lowering his hands just long enough to attempt to get out of the cabin. Maybe it would be better in the fresh air. There hadn’t been any problem before they’d gone to look for Jason… though Crutchie knew well enough that it was probably completely unrelated. It was easier to just… place the blame.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 17, 2021 20:50:47 GMT -5
The fact that to the Doctor's blurred eyes, Jason seemed unaffected, she couldn't actually think if what to do. It just seemed as if all of this was something inside their heads. Truly something that was causing a screeching noise in the brain, not in the outside world. She still wasn't sure what it was, but the world was starting to look like static as her eyes watered. That was the problem. That was the issue. She wasn't even sure if she could move or what it would do, but now she was pretty sure that was the problem. It was the world. Whatever this was, it was the world's doing. That was the cause. It was something to do with why they were here and the possibility that this place wasn't even real. Right? She wasn't sure her equilibrium was correct anymore and as she thought that ... she tipped forward. And she wasn't on a boat anymore. She was on grass. No town like before, but just grass. The same grass of the same area. But the town was gone ...
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