Winter 27th, 511AV.
Tara awoke to the rhythmic splashing of waves on wood and the calm ocean breeze. The ship beneath her rocked with the calm waves and the air was quiet without a seagull in sight; they had to be far from shore. The hard ship flooring beneath Tara had hurt her back from sleeping on it all night and her hair was in a mess of knots and tangles. She got up and sauntered to the edge of the boat and looked out to sea, breathing in the salty air. However, a small thought interrupted her peace. ”Why the hell am I on a boat?” Tara wondered aloud. She turned around and walked to the other side of the ship and then back again, thoroughly confused. She had never been on a ship before so there was absolutely no reason why she would be on one now.
An unnatural mist was surrounding the ship, the thin grey fog coming around from all angles. Tara began to panic, the deep-seated fear rising up from her stomach into her throat. Her breath became short. Then, all of a sudden, everything stopped. The mist stayed where it was and did not approach any closer, the ocean stopped moving and the waves stopped crashing against the side of the boat. Everything was still and quiet. Tara’s panic was short lived and died as quickly as it started. There was neither a breeze in the air nor a stirring in the sea and everything was as silent as death. It was eerie and somewhat unnerving. Tara moved slowly, pacing around the boat. Her footsteps made no noise and there was nothing to suggest she was even moving despite seeing things from a different angle.
And then yet again the sea was animated and the breeze blew, though the air was still deathly quiet despite the background noises. The fog was gone and everything was as peaceful as it was to begin with. ”Much better” Tara said, unable to keep any thoughts to herself at this point. It seemed once she thought it the thought was spoken without a second’s delay. It was as if nothing was private, that everything must be spoken aloud. ”That’s damn irritating” Tara growled, snarling echoing into the air. It was then that Tara felt the prickling feeling of being watched. Slowly she turned around to look at whoever stood behind her. ”Who the hell are you?” she asked, raising a sarcastic eyebrow. By now Tara had realized that this was a dream, and now her dream had an intruder. ”And why the hell are you on my ship?” she growled. She had come to claim the dream-ship as her own and any intruder would be treated as a trespasser.