2:53 pm, June 8th 2010
Where the hell am I? The boat was anchored when I got on, but now there’s no rope, no sign of land, and no Charlie.
…This is Charlie’s boat, isn’t it?
Looking around, I can’t tell much. In all fairness I’ve never really been below deck. Fishing is a thing to do on top, not out your window from the bunks. I don’t know how long I was asleep.
At least it’s pretty bright out. I don’t think I’ve caught anything at all judging by how the fishing rods aren’t in their usual space, but if worst comes to worst I can roast ‘em on the top of the deck. I can’t even sit down without burning my legs, it’s that hot out.
Now I’m just hungry…. :(
3:30 pm, June 8th 2010
Okay, so I don’t think this is Charlie’s boat? I couldn’t find the fishing rods his dad usually keeps in the bridge… that’s not good…
On another note, I think we’re heading close to land! Looks very forest-y. I always liked jungles as a kid! I just gotta find a place to anchor this big ‘ol hunk of junk.
Okay, that was mean. I’m sorry boat!!! You’re not my friend’s boat, but you’re a very good boat regardless!!! I’ll find a good place to anchor you. You are not a hunk of junk, you are a very majestic and pretty boat!
…Why am I getting emotionally attached to a boat.
9:45 pm, June 8th, 2010
This will be the death of me. I just know it!
I’m probably being paranoid, but that’s warranted at this point. It’s dark out, the only thing I can see is the fireflies and my phone life.
(Why has the battery not run out yet…?)
They’re swarming me, and I don’t know if they’re friendly.
Who am I kidding, they probably are friendly. They’re lighting the way for me! There’s a little path here, it’s awesome. I wish I could put a pic up, but my phones on battery saving mode and this is the only app I have open. Even then I don’t know if I’ll last for long.
I can see a lake…?
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9:45 pm, June 8th 2010
The sun feels warm after so long in the water. It’s always felt that way, even when I would go surfing as a kid- I think the nostalgia makes it better. I miss the California sun.
I feel almost lighter in a way. That’s odd, isn’t it?
I need to find a mirror or something. I haven’t looked at myself in over a week.
I guess that isn’t really a priority? I can’t remember the last time I ate or drank… though that is weird, my mouth tastes all metallic…
There’s a fishbone stuck in between my teeth.
Everything feels oh so warm. That sunny feeling still hasn’t left! It’s genuinely nice to *feel* nice for once, I’m glad that the fireflies lead me here. The poor things haven’t left my side since I rose.
Sometimes I wonder what they’re thinking, y’know? More-so in a medical sense rather than emotionally- do they have a conscience similar to that of a human like me? Their basic function is lights on lights off… which isn’t really their most basic function, but rather the one they’re most known for…
But like-
Lights on.
Lights off.
Lights on.
Lights off.
I can think about it, but something’s gotta give in order for me or the firefly to experience something. What’s gotta give?
I can’t find the boat. Running up and down the shore doesn’t help because the shore isn’t that long.
I can’t find the boat. I can’t find the boat. I can’t find the boat.
Why am I so wrecked over a god forsaken boat?
Well, I guess that’s what the give is, because the fireflies deserted me in the dead of night. I can’t see, only out of my phone light, and it’s getting cold. My battery’s running low and I need to get back to the lake.
The sky’s a different color- I keep walking, keeping my head straight up, looking at the constellations.
“I can see the stars.”
I walk down, into the murky water.
“I can see the stars, m’lady.”
Taking a deep exhale and holding for as long as I can.
"Red winter is coming. The lights have left me."
I can’t breathe, but the sensation of it felt far too familiar to be wrong. The burning in my throat cascaded to a slow thrum in the back of my head.
“But we are safe.”
Yes we are.
“Her face was blue when I saw her,” an eyewitness says. “eyes practically bulging out of her sockets. I couldn’t not throw up.”
The her in question being Ariadne Watson, better known online as Ariadne Waterra, popular for her various blog posts and videos. The young lady was found dead this morning, lying facedown in a small pond in the southwest area of Canada. She is lived by her parents and younger brother Kyle and will be forever missed.
Ariadne was pronounced dead on scene; her body has been collected. For the sake of the family, don’t bother with any rumors circulating- defamation is a crime.
However, if you do see this woman, please contact the authorities.