The sound of a ship creaking, and waves rocking a ship is the first thing she can recognize. The next sense to adjust is her sight, the shapes of a few boxes and faint candlelight draw her eye's attention. It was still too dark to see much of anything else, she was most definitely on a ship, but how? How did she get here? but before she can ask another question the sound of shouting echo's throughout the ship, along with the sound of singing. The song sounded so familiar..... It was all too familiar for her comfort, as soon as her eyes partially adjust to the dim light. She looks down at herself to see a white puffy shirt, with black form-fitting pants and a turquoise shash that was wrapped snugly around her thick hips. It would've trailed behind her when she walked, she smiles at the outfit loving the way it made her look. She looked older Like she was a young adult, but most definitely bigger, and taller. Deciding that sitting around wasn't going to help her, she tries to stand up only to fall onto her side. She tries to break her fall with her hands, only to find that they were tied behind her back by very thick ropes. She was stumped until an Idea popped into her head. She went back to trying to stand up and once she got to her feet, a loud bang stopped her thought process. She looked up at the sound to see a man with spikey ash blonde hair and red eyes, standing in the stairwell, the doorway behind him shining brightly on him signaling that it was either early morning or midday. He walks down the stairs towards her, as he gets closer she can see more distinguishing details. A strong nose and a pointed chin, he was wearing a set of rags, so he was either a deck boy or he helped with the cooking. When he got close enough he looked down at her and slammed a plate of chicken and yams down in front of her. She looked at the now scattered food and looked back up to him with an unimpressed look.
"If you wanted help to get off of the ship you could've just said so." The level of sass that you had said that it makes the man looks down at you in confusion, then his eyes narrow in anger. He starts to speak, but the words that come out of his mouth are jumbled and fuzzy. She tries to concentrate on his words but her vision starts to blur and before she knows it her vision turns back, and the sound of his voice echoes throughout the void. His voice is deep and raspy and loud as if he yells all the time. The voice soon fades away and is replaced by the sound of her father's gruff voice.
"-Come on, Tempt it's time to get up." She opens her eyes groggily to see her father, who is rightfully known as the American hero 'Quatrième'. She rolls over in her hammock and faceplants into her pillow. "Just a few more minutes...."
"No, tempt it's time to get up..... How about we go out for a swim?" Her head shoots up from her pillow, she looks over at her father with wide eyes and a smile.
"There's my girl. Now come on or we're going to miss the sunrise!" He smiles as he leaves the room, for her to get dressed. Once the door closes she slips out of the hammock and dresses in a light sundress with a pair of red swim shorts and an ocean blue top. She loosely ties her amber hair into a ponytail. She quickly dashes out of her bedroom and into the kitchen where her father was making two omelets she walks over and sits down at the table in front of one of the only two plates. She looks down at the table to find only two plates there are usually three or four. “Where are mom and Guerisseur?”
“Oh, I haven’t woken up your mom yet. She hasn’t had the best time sleeping of late so I figured I’d let her sleep in and your brother is already working.”
“They called him in this early? That’s a first.”
“Well, they said something about a set of gauntlets that needed to be fixed ‘au plus vite’.”
She nods her head and looks out the bay kitchen doors to the sea. She looks back down to her plate and quickly finishes her omelet. She stands up from the chair and jogs over to the back door.
“See you out there Tempt. I’ll be out after I take care of dishes.” Her father states as he grabs the dishes and stands up, His signature smirk on his face.
She looks back at her father and nods with a bright smile and takes off for the beach. When she reaches the sandy shore she takes off the sundress and bolts toward the ocean as she gets close enough, she dives headfirst into the cold blue water. when she can open her eyes, she gasps at the myriad of colors from the ruby red coral to the iridescent blue of the little fish that swim around her. The water around her seemed alive, it was brushing against her skin as if a cat wanted attention. The fish went about their normal activities as if she wasn't even there. She closed her eyes and took a deep gulp of the salty seawater in, at first it burned so much that she wanted to go back up and take a gulp of air but the pain soon fades and she can take another gulp of water. She looks up at the surface of the water and sees her father, she laughs at his reaction to her already being in the water. She opens her mouth to speak but closes her mouth, realizing the only way he would hear her is if she either breeches the water or uses the new method of communication that she created with her father. A voice bubble, Her father had come up with the idea first. Since he didn't swim nearly as often as Tempt did. So she took a deep gulp of water in and with the rate the water she was sucking in it created a vacuum, this gathered water along with some oxygen, as soon as she gathered enough oxygen she speaks while exhaling the oxygen this creates a vocal bubble that when it reaches the surface and pops her voice should be heard as if she was speaking on the surface. The medium-sized bubble floats up to the top and she can see it pop, she looks over to her father hoping the bubble worked.
Her father nods his head and jumps in headfirst as soon as his body makes contact with the water, she can feel a warmth spread through her, a cozy warmth, something that felt good. She laughs out loud and motions for her father to follow her. She takes him further down into a reef, she turns to her father and creates another vocal bubble this time it was a challenge.
"The one with the least amount of food has to cook all of it."
He smirks and nods his head accepting the challenge, he takes off quickly heading down to the seafloor, and starts to look for holes in the bed of sand.
She laughs at his reaction to the challenge and swims over to the reef to look for her brother's favorite type of fish, an Atlantic cod.
They both spend the whole morning and part of the afternoon searching for food to place in their industrial-sized freezer. The first one to get out of the water with an armful of fishy delights is Tempt, in her arms are two Atlantic cod, three halibut, and one mammoth grouper. Her father pops his head out of the water a few seconds later than her. On his arms are a set of ties made from seaweed, each one of the plants holds two to three of one species ranging from halibut to some white spotted eagle ray. He most definitely had more fish, even he knew he won with a wide smile on his deeply tan face. Her father was once called 'America's Triton' With a Triton being the male counterpart of a series of sirens, you used to cringe at the name but since you've grown older to have come to recognize the other meaning of that name. 'Fierce Warriors of the Sea'. And your father fit that name to the T. With white hair that is now plastered to his scalp, a stony face that looked like it was etched out of topaz, and a pink scar that starts at his muscular neck and runs diagonally down his muscular chest and stops just above the line of his shorts. The rest of his body is submerged in the tropical blue-tinted water.
"Looks like I brought more in!" His boisterous laugh brings out a smile of her own.
"It's not like you could cook anyway." She sasses back
"Hey! I can cook!"
"Yeah? tell that to the pots and pans you burned when you tried to cook lobster."
"That.. yeah... You wouldn't believe the lecture I got from your mother afterward!" His normal confidence seemed to have disappeared for a second but was quick to return, with a broad smile.
"I know. I remember cheering you up with your favorite meal afterward." She smiles at the fond memory and sits down on the sandbank. Her father walks over to her and sits down beside her, he wraps his arm around her in a side hug. She places her head on his shoulder. She wants to embed this memory in her head because she knows that this might be the last time that they both get to swim together for a while.
"What day is your flight to japan scheduled for?"
"It's in two days... at 7' in the morning." She didn't want to leave her home, her family. But if she wanted to become a hero she has to. The best hero school being in Japan The one and only U.A High, where her father went, where his father before him went. So to achieve the dreams of her forefathers she must go to the school for heroes. So wanting to enjoy the rest of the day she reaches up and tickles her giant of a father. He laughs and lifts his arm from her shoulders. She darts up and holds out her hand out for him to grab.
He takes her hand and stands up. He laughs again as she runs over and tries to pull the large pile of fish. He stands up and grabs the seaweed tied to the fish and drags them back to the house with Tempt leading.
Chapter 2
