AftershockshosekisamaSeptember 19 2010, 18:17:45 UTC
It wasn't a thousand years ago that a certain undistinguished island sank beneath the waves, but it may as well have been for what anyone ever said of it.
The tsunami had welled up suddenly around noon, when most of the islanders were taking lunch-outside, as was customary for their people. A shadow fell over the island, and as the people stared up at their doom, the wall of raging water crashed on their heads and destroyed everything they had ever lived in an instant.
A few hundred lives were lost that day. No official record was made.
Some leagues away, a young Edward Newgate stared at the cracks he had made in the world (even then fading) and began to realize the enormity of what had just happened.
The real fallout wouldn't come until a few weeks after the event, when the island's prodigal son returned to find his home transformed into a lonely sandbar. He had already lost everything on his ill-conceived journey (his body, his youth, his dream, his hand) and now fate or random chance had robbed him of a home and a family, too.
Crocodile stared at his world turned to nothing and wept for the last time.
//Next prompt: icebreaker (either awkward social occasions or Whitey Bay is fine.)
Fun game: identify the popular crack fanon theory I reference in the second-to-last paragraph.
The tsunami had welled up suddenly around noon, when most of the islanders were taking lunch-outside, as was customary for their people. A shadow fell over the island, and as the people stared up at their doom, the wall of raging water crashed on their heads and destroyed everything they had ever lived in an instant.
A few hundred lives were lost that day. No official record was made.
Some leagues away, a young Edward Newgate stared at the cracks he had made in the world (even then fading) and began to realize the enormity of what had just happened.
The real fallout wouldn't come until a few weeks after the event, when the island's prodigal son returned to find his home transformed into a lonely sandbar. He had already lost everything on his ill-conceived journey (his body, his youth, his dream, his hand) and now fate or random chance had robbed him of a home and a family, too.
Crocodile stared at his world turned to nothing and wept for the last time.
//Next prompt: icebreaker (either awkward social occasions or Whitey Bay is fine.)
Fun game: identify the popular crack fanon theory I reference in the second-to-last paragraph.
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