Post by EriChar on Mar 13, 2014 10:10:18 GMT -5
A soft, rising stream of white climbing into the blue all around, the chimney of the train known as ‘Puffing Tom’ bellowed out fluffy smoke as it earnestly dragged its passengers along the sea; riding along the ocean’s surface on rails hidden by the water. It was a crisp, clear day, with only the trailing plume from the sky being the ‘guest’ in the sun’s landscape, and there was an unusual calm on the grand line waters; a great day for travelling. Absent were high waves or freak acts of weather that whipped up tornadoes and snowstorms, and not even plucky amphibians seemed to fancy their chances in delaying the engine in its charge. Whistling cheerfully in response to the idyllic scene around, ‘Tom’ himself seemed to be in high spirits as he tore across the seas; the journey of an hour between the spring queen’s town and the city of water looking like it would take the happy steam engine several minutes less, which was no doubt a joy for the passengers peeking out of its windows. Glass panes filled with smiling faces, the shapes of children seemed to look out through the clear skies and seas toward sights in the distance; gulls and other sea birds diving for prey and galleon sized dolphins arcing out of the water every now and then only to lurch back in with a fierce splash. School out for summer, for those on their way for a break in the warmth, this seemed like an excellent prologue for adventure, even for those who had left school long ago.
I wonder if I could ride one of those dolphins? Eyes cast out over the landscape that stretched for as far as any eye could see with sapphire coloured water, as one of the gigantic cetaceans threw itself under the blanket of blue jewels, the young woman known as Samba Deflor couldn’t help but feel she’d like to see what such an action was like for herself; a wondering whimsy that suddenly left her feeling a little bit sad inside. For several minutes she had sat in a sombre silence after her new friend had fully informed her of the part of her ‘being’ which she had always assumed a curse, but never knew the nature of. While the train was fairly busy, because they had arrived early, they had managed to secure seating together, a small table separating the two of them, and the politeness of other passengers preventing Samba’s unfortunately heated nature from searing any who tried to sit next to her. Clothing changed since her day in Saint Poplar, the various scrapes that she now had bandages on had done no small amount of damage to her bikini and sarong, so now she sported a free flowing summer dress of similar tone; decorated with a pattern of small white spots. Much of the damage she had suffered in the night before had been superficial, and was hidden away beneath the cotton of her clothing, with only a few bandage wraps around her arms now visible. The girl would have looked rather refreshed if not for the expression of unhappiness which she now wore.
Probably not with this curse; the Devils Sea Curse… Samba’s shoulders sagging and a small sigh escaping her lips, the dancing girl looked far from the happy spirit who had gotten on the train; a distant memory from the belle who decorated the Carnivalan Parade in the past. While the woman she travelled with had clearly spelled out what she had always thought to be a curse; devil fruit abilities, her description had also seemed to speak clearly of the permanent nature of the change she had undergone, a simple truth that seemed to strip away any hope of eventually getting better.
“So, I’m going to be like this forever? It won’t wear off?” Expression thoroughly sullen, the girl felt a sting in her eyes and a small bead of water build in the corners of her eyes; surprising even herself in the sudden sadness that swept through her, Samba wiped her eyes to stop herself shedding more, her bottom lip wobbling a little as she ran over the details in her head.
“I’m going to be like this forever…?” Repeating the words sadly as she let them slowly sink into her mind, the corners of her eyes gathered yet another jewel that was ready to fall, her face turned back to the blue of the window as she mulled over what was to happen to her. While some part of the dark skinned girl had always known that this change, the curse she had suffered, was permanent there was another part that had always wanted it to wear off with time. Some curses were like that, in fairy tales and such, and so too had the girl hoped this would be the case.