NAME INSPIRATION CREDIT GOES TO @axvaa FOR GIVING ME A NAME FOR FICKENS´ SISTER AVA
PART 1 of The Adventures of Captain Fickens:
Chapter 1: The Beginning
We join our hero as she ventures amongst the deadly drowned waters. She hoists the sail. A crewmate yells outs to Fickens, but she cant quite make out what they are saying. Unbothered by this, our hero lays her eyes upon the glory she is binded to, the Yarghle infested waters of the North Beanbrick. Everlasting stupidity will forever reside in all of the Captain’s crewmates. The proof lay true with Fickens, while it cannot be shown to the crewmates themselves. Fickens journeys into Yarghle territory, and though the crewmates are not aware of this, they always are in the end. “Yarghle Amongst ye!”, bellows Fickens to her crewmates. A Yarghle can be spotted below the undergrowth of mothneasints growing on the underside of our hero’s small ship. Fickens has a slight staring competition with the fellow, who is deadly unaware of how much of a mistake it made. Nobody beats Fickens in a staring competition! Our hero dwells within the glory of fifty-decades-in-a-row Champion of all competitions! Flames of the Gargwelian buy a home in Fickens’ eyes, as she remains staring into the beady little eyes of the Yarghle, which apparently has shrunk by a few pounds due to the Gargwelian Flames who have moved into our hero’s eyes. The Yarghle ran off eventually, and on, our hero ventured. The Yarghles eventually got a hold of all of Captain Fickens’ crewmates, and it was just her now. All alone, in the soggy foggy mist. Fickens cringed. She knew that whenever the mist was soggy and foggy, it was Doomsday. She went about her Sea Day, as she liked to call it. Crewmate Zorhara, and Lookout Georgia had told each other some secrets, but Fickens had made sure they did not spill a single word of her secrets out yet. As our hero glanced past the horizon, she had spotted her eyes on the vast ship amongst her. Lookout Georgia cried, “ALERT!”, and the whole crew panicked, except for Fickens. She just stood there, staring at the sight. Eyes, her eyes were terrified. Her mouth was slightly open in horror. It made her think about why she was even at sea in the first place, her life as a child, her family. Her mother had gotten lost like her children (except for Fickens, that is), and so did her father. Her brother had been forgotten like our hero’s sister, who was lost in the woods, never to be seen again. A slight tear rolled down her face, as she stood there, hopelessly. Wishing, for her old life back. She had come to the sea to run away from her grief, from her sadness, but this brought it back, this view before her eyes had torn apart her protection from herself. Our hero suddenly, every so quietly muttered a tiny word, barely audible to the human ear, “Ava”. It was her sister’s name. Her lost sister’s name. Her best friend, her sister, was gone. Lookout Georgia had been trying to talk to Fickens this whole time, and when Fickens had stopped herself from the mystery view, she was back to normal, or, at least everyone thought she was. She looked away for a split second, and when she looked back the view was gone from sight. It just vanished, just like that. She thought she was seeing things. An hour had passed since the view, and yet, Fickens could still not completely understand what it was, why it was there, or what it had done to her. It had changed her in some way, messed with her DNA. The small ship that Fickens commanded was now inside of the South Beanbrick waters of the drowned souls. Lunchtime was upon our hero, so she sat down in her favorite chair in her quarters to eat the leftover poached pig from last night’s feast. She thought back to why she was even venturing the seas in the first place, but then she remembered. Ava. Her sister. Her mother, her father, her brother. It was all too painful to bare anymore. She held back her tears. Our hero never cried. She had wanted to, many many times before. But she never did. She just forgot to, she thought, but that wasn't the real reason. The real reason was that she didn't think she was allowed to. She would if she could, and she could, but she didn't know that just yet. Lookout Georgia came in at that very moment, and said to our hero, “Captain, the fish are jumping, you know what that means”, and Fickens saw a gleam of terror in her eyes. Fickens stood up and said, “Yarghles”, raced out the door in a rush, and commanded everyone to their duties. “You there, hoist the sail! Zorhara, scrub the deck! Make it shine! The Yarghles hate clean surfaces! CLEAN THE WHOLE SHIP!”, she bellowed. The sun had set by the time the ship was cleaned from Yarghles, but right before it set, Fickens saw the black blob again. The mystery ship. The ship. The only thing that calmed her soul was this vision, for some strange reason. Nobody knew why. Nobody even knew that it calmed her, but Fickens was the only one who could see this ship. The only one. Fickens scoffed. She rolled her eyes at her past, accepting her future as a 500 year old captain (although she was 500, she looked to be in her 20’s), who ventured the vast seas, especially the ones infested with Yarghles, like the South Beanbrick seas of the drowned souls of pirates venturing amongst the seas just like Fickens, and our hero had one thing in common with these drowned pirates and their souls. Our hero was running away from her feelings, from her whole life, she was trying to be someone she was not. She wasn't a pirate at heart. She wasn't a captain at all. She was a girl turned to rust, turned to a sea robber, a fake pirate. All of her new life was fake. Fake. F-a-k-e. And she knew it. But her crew didn't know a thing. They just didnt know, and if they did, they would be too stupid to understand, but one crewmate (Lookout Georgia) would understand what was happening if she knew. Only if she knew.
Chapter 2: The Past Soul Of The Girl We Thought We Knew
“Fickens! Come to dinner!”, their mother shouted to her daughter. “Your food is getting cold!” “Ok, I’m coming! Yo, Ava! Come on inside!” But when Fickens turned around, Ava wasn't there, so her mother, her father, her brother, and herself had gone into the woods to look for her. They had promised one another that they would return to a certain spot together at 7:00 pm. But as it turned to be 7:00, Fickens ran and ran and ran to the chosen spot, but nobody else was there. She called her family, but their phones were off, so she left a very long message asking many questions about where they were. She eventually called the police but even they weren't able to do anything about her loss of her family so suddenly. It had happened so quickly, like, like a blink. A blink of an eye.
FLASHBACK TO 1 MONTH AGO
Fickens’ mother was reading the news, it said that random family members of other families were disappearing out of the blue, and she had hoped this didn't happen to her family, she “knew” it wouldn't happen. But what she didn't know was that it actually would happen, to her family, her children, her husband. Her whole family would be gone in the blink of an eye. It would happen over the course of an hour, but still would feel like a blink of the eye. All, in, a, blink, of, an, eye.
PART 1 of The Adventures of Captain Fickens:
Chapter 1: The Beginning
We join our hero as she ventures amongst the deadly drowned waters. She hoists the sail. A crewmate yells outs to Fickens, but she cant quite make out what they are saying. Unbothered by this, our hero lays her eyes upon the glory she is binded to, the Yarghle infested waters of the North Beanbrick. Everlasting stupidity will forever reside in all of the Captain’s crewmates. The proof lay true with Fickens, while it cannot be shown to the crewmates themselves. Fickens journeys into Yarghle territory, and though the crewmates are not aware of this, they always are in the end. “Yarghle Amongst ye!”, bellows Fickens to her crewmates. A Yarghle can be spotted below the undergrowth of mothneasints growing on the underside of our hero’s small ship. Fickens has a slight staring competition with the fellow, who is deadly unaware of how much of a mistake it made. Nobody beats Fickens in a staring competition! Our hero dwells within the glory of fifty-decades-in-a-row Champion of all competitions! Flames of the Gargwelian buy a home in Fickens’ eyes, as she remains staring into the beady little eyes of the Yarghle, which apparently has shrunk by a few pounds due to the Gargwelian Flames who have moved into our hero’s eyes. The Yarghle ran off eventually, and on, our hero ventured. The Yarghles eventually got a hold of all of Captain Fickens’ crewmates, and it was just her now. All alone, in the soggy foggy mist. Fickens cringed. She knew that whenever the mist was soggy and foggy, it was Doomsday. She went about her Sea Day, as she liked to call it. Crewmate Zorhara, and Lookout Georgia had told each other some secrets, but Fickens had made sure they did not spill a single word of her secrets out yet. As our hero glanced past the horizon, she had spotted her eyes on the vast ship amongst her. Lookout Georgia cried, “ALERT!”, and the whole crew panicked, except for Fickens. She just stood there, staring at the sight. Eyes, her eyes were terrified. Her mouth was slightly open in horror. It made her think about why she was even at sea in the first place, her life as a child, her family. Her mother had gotten lost like her children (except for Fickens, that is), and so did her father. Her brother had been forgotten like our hero’s sister, who was lost in the woods, never to be seen again. A slight tear rolled down her face, as she stood there, hopelessly. Wishing, for her old life back. She had come to the sea to run away from her grief, from her sadness, but this brought it back, this view before her eyes had torn apart her protection from herself. Our hero suddenly, every so quietly muttered a tiny word, barely audible to the human ear, “Ava”. It was her sister’s name. Her lost sister’s name. Her best friend, her sister, was gone. Lookout Georgia had been trying to talk to Fickens this whole time, and when Fickens had stopped herself from the mystery view, she was back to normal, or, at least everyone thought she was. She looked away for a split second, and when she looked back the view was gone from sight. It just vanished, just like that. She thought she was seeing things. An hour had passed since the view, and yet, Fickens could still not completely understand what it was, why it was there, or what it had done to her. It had changed her in some way, messed with her DNA. The small ship that Fickens commanded was now inside of the South Beanbrick waters of the drowned souls. Lunchtime was upon our hero, so she sat down in her favorite chair in her quarters to eat the leftover poached pig from last night’s feast. She thought back to why she was even venturing the seas in the first place, but then she remembered. Ava. Her sister. Her mother, her father, her brother. It was all too painful to bare anymore. She held back her tears. Our hero never cried. She had wanted to, many many times before. But she never did. She just forgot to, she thought, but that wasn't the real reason. The real reason was that she didn't think she was allowed to. She would if she could, and she could, but she didn't know that just yet. Lookout Georgia came in at that very moment, and said to our hero, “Captain, the fish are jumping, you know what that means”, and Fickens saw a gleam of terror in her eyes. Fickens stood up and said, “Yarghles”, raced out the door in a rush, and commanded everyone to their duties. “You there, hoist the sail! Zorhara, scrub the deck! Make it shine! The Yarghles hate clean surfaces! CLEAN THE WHOLE SHIP!”, she bellowed. The sun had set by the time the ship was cleaned from Yarghles, but right before it set, Fickens saw the black blob again. The mystery ship. The ship. The only thing that calmed her soul was this vision, for some strange reason. Nobody knew why. Nobody even knew that it calmed her, but Fickens was the only one who could see this ship. The only one. Fickens scoffed. She rolled her eyes at her past, accepting her future as a 500 year old captain (although she was 500, she looked to be in her 20’s), who ventured the vast seas, especially the ones infested with Yarghles, like the South Beanbrick seas of the drowned souls of pirates venturing amongst the seas just like Fickens, and our hero had one thing in common with these drowned pirates and their souls. Our hero was running away from her feelings, from her whole life, she was trying to be someone she was not. She wasn't a pirate at heart. She wasn't a captain at all. She was a girl turned to rust, turned to a sea robber, a fake pirate. All of her new life was fake. Fake. F-a-k-e. And she knew it. But her crew didn't know a thing. They just didnt know, and if they did, they would be too stupid to understand, but one crewmate (Lookout Georgia) would understand what was happening if she knew. Only if she knew.
Chapter 2: The Past Soul Of The Girl We Thought We Knew
“Fickens! Come to dinner!”, their mother shouted to her daughter. “Your food is getting cold!” “Ok, I’m coming! Yo, Ava! Come on inside!” But when Fickens turned around, Ava wasn't there, so her mother, her father, her brother, and herself had gone into the woods to look for her. They had promised one another that they would return to a certain spot together at 7:00 pm. But as it turned to be 7:00, Fickens ran and ran and ran to the chosen spot, but nobody else was there. She called her family, but their phones were off, so she left a very long message asking many questions about where they were. She eventually called the police but even they weren't able to do anything about her loss of her family so suddenly. It had happened so quickly, like, like a blink. A blink of an eye.
FLASHBACK TO 1 MONTH AGO
Fickens’ mother was reading the news, it said that random family members of other families were disappearing out of the blue, and she had hoped this didn't happen to her family, she “knew” it wouldn't happen. But what she didn't know was that it actually would happen, to her family, her children, her husband. Her whole family would be gone in the blink of an eye. It would happen over the course of an hour, but still would feel like a blink of the eye. All, in, a, blink, of, an, eye.
