1One of my favorite songs had been "Alexander Hamilton" by Lin-Manuel Miranda. It was the opening of one of the greatest musicals of my time, and the opening in any show is one of the most important parts. Now, all I can do is listen to it in my head. I don't…no, that's not the right word. I can't…no, that's not it either. I was…at the inability to listen to it, or any music for that matter, because of my current state.
I was dead.
At least, that's how it SHOULD have been. I remember dying, the very moment death greeted me. However, I couldn't remember HOW I died. Or what I was doing. All I remember was being somewhere…In a building. Then something happened. I can't remember what it was. The next thing I know, pain is coursing through me like ink, spilled all over a multitude of papers, stories that had yet to be published. The pain lasted for what I determined to the best of my ability to be about five to seven seconds, before I lost conscience…for what should have been the last time.
My eyelids opened to the first lights of dawn streaking through the window. I blinked a couple times before going into the sitting position. Another day, another rupee. What day was it today? The question runs through my mind before it pops in my head.
Getting up, I went to change out of my sleepwear into my regular outfit. It consisted of a plain white untucked dress shirt, black pants and a silver/grey trench coat that I always kept unbuttoned and open. I tried to stay casual, even though most others wouldn't.
I decided to go through my morning ritual which consists of a bit of writing and a cup of coffee.
'"What's that?" She asked. "Some super ingredient that makes the red potion more effective? Makes me better in an instant?"
"No." Phantom answers. "It's honey. Makes it taste better than it does."
I gave a small chuckle as I wrote the joke down. It was a book that I was writing. I was hoping to submit it to a publisher by the end of the year, should I finish it. Who knows? Maybe it will even hit the Windfall Library.
Putting it back on the shelf, I started making my way to get a breath of some fresh air. Opening the door, I was met with a cool ocean breeze that filled me with a sense of calmness. Walking out, I saw that the sun had only half risen, giving it the look of half a ball of fire just sitting on the ocean.
I had a feeling that this was going to be a great day. It was good to be a Sea Captain.
Looking around the deck, I assumed that the crew was either still asleep or just starting to get up. Since I had a bit of time, I pulled out a small journal from the pocket of my coat and started to write.
Captain's Log
Captain Silver Legends
May 24
Just finished my morning 'ritual' and simply enjoying the scent of the Great Sea. It's been twenty one days since we left Goron Island, and we should arrive on Outset by midday. Sooner if we have a more favorable wind. It'll be nice to see Link and Aryll again. It's funny. I may be a Sea Captain for Zaitech Trading Company, but it would be nice to spend some time with others my age and just have a normal conversation. Sometimes people just stand…bewildered, for lack of a better word that a sixteen year old could become a Sea Captain.
It's not like I could tell them the truth anyways. One does not simply say "Hey! I used to live in a different world! How did I get here? I died!" Thank Din I retained the mentality of a sixteen year old when I was literally born into this world.
Born in this world… I tap the back end of my pen lightly on the page. It was weird. I died in another world, and then I was born as an infant in this world. Which I originally thought was just a game mind you, but since I've been living here for the past sixteen years it's obviously real. But then…
My hand that holds the pen instinctively to my ears, not pointed like a hylian's, but rounded like a human's. My thoughts then go to the years of my early childhood…
