How do you suppose you make a balance with someone you do not always see eye-to-eye with?

I've given it thought for quite some time, but I don't have an answer yet. I'd only wondered what the remainder of the ship thought of such a circumstance.

[Pluck. Pluck. Pluck.

One string here, one string there. Sheik's playing absentmindedly for the ship again. Some days, it feels like forever since he's been aboard.Little bore, little animal, little dark lord ( Read more... )

[Zelda's handled the holidays with grace, gotten her gift from deck 13, thanks to Remy and Gideon, and she's on the top deck, enjoying the fireworks. Festive things, they are, and quite beautiful to boot. She's very happy to have anyone with her.How lovely. I feel the pressure upon my heart lessening ( Read more... )

Sometimes it feels as though it is forever ( Read more... )

[Zelda's writing as she speaks. The scribbling isn't constant, however, so it appears Zelda is making notes on her conversation.]

I understand that there has been a significant boost in morale as of recent. Freedom from a single object does not guarantee security or freedom from another object beneath the subjugation of the prior. Anyone who ( Read more... )

[Zelda flips pages in a book. Her gestures are swift.]

Ganondorf.
I found something you may have interest in.

Come down to deck nine when you have a chance and I will show you.

[But is it really what he's looking for?]

[She is less than confident, but Zelda tries to hide it in her voice. Eerie silence behind her, which means she's probably in her room.]

...
Ganondorf.

[Well, that was a mouthful.]

You wished to discuss something with me.
Do elaborate.

[That's almost putting her head in the lion's mouth.]

[The interlude of a harp. By now, Sheik can be as transparent as any other passenger--at least with his presence.Interesting ( Read more... )

This is the beginning of the fifth month I have been away from Hyrule. Every day it becomes easier to wake up and continue through my day under the belief that it is all right for me to smile or something else of the sort. There are some days where I ask myself if I have lost touch with who I truly am, and then I recall that it is not what I wear, ( Read more... )

[Comm clicks on. There's the sound of breathing. Nothing strenuous. Zelda's not running laps around the ship or anything like that.

There's a tentative tap; and then another. Finally, Zelda assumes there's really no other way to say it.]

'Great' Captain.
I will not be fooled!
I am a pawn for no one, and I will not fall into this web you have spun ( Read more... )