A Sneak Peek Long Overdue

So I've become immersed in Final Fantasy XI again....

I am currently swamped with work...

I've had a bit too much coffee....

I feel sleepy.....

No. No more excuses this time. I promised a preview of my work, and I'm aiming to deliver this time, on time.

No long winded introductions, self monologues or what have you. Here's a paragraph or two. Work in progress. Enjoy:

Sea of Sorrow (work in progress)

I think that one looks like a dog.

Well, in this angle, it probably looks more like a rabbit.

That one over there, though, definitely looks like a dog, ears and nose, fluffy tail just hanging off the edge.

Of all the clouds way above, that one resembles a dog the most. And since I've been staring at clouds all day, it deserves recognition.

Now I just have to think of something else to do while I float out here, in the middle of the ocean.

Based on the darkish blue coloring the sky, I'd say it was close to being late in the afternoon. It's hard to believe that I've been swimming for half a day at least, if it was morning when I regained consciousness. Actually, it's still hard to believe I'm even in this predicament. I'm lost at sea, no visible land in any direction, covered with wounds and nothing at all to help me stay afloat.

I should be panicked.

But I'm not.

I'll reach land soon enough.

What if you don't?

I will.

Why?

Because I just will. I'm too young, it isn't my time. I know God wouldn't let a fifteen year old, a hard working student drown at sea, all alone. It's uncommon. I'm not injured too badly, and the water washed away most of the blood from my arms and legs. Okay, I'm too tired to keep swimming, so that's why I've started to float belly up for a while. Nothing hurts aside from my head.

So that's why I also stopped thinking about what happened. It's not like I could remember anything, anyway. I know Mom and Dad were planning a trip, a plane ride to....I don't remember. I was just happy to finally get away. We went on a small plane, just the three of us and a pilot. It was dark when we were up in the air, so I dozed off. Then a sound woke me up, something loud but not earth shaking loud, even though the plane was shaking. Mom's scream was much louder, much more frightening.

And...that's it. I'm not going to wreck my head any further thinking about it.

So I'll just sit back, float around and watch the clouds. It's not the first time I spent all day watching the floating art gallery. In fact, I'd say I developed a keen eye for spotting the different shapes these white puffs could imitate.

Maybe you would have amounted to something better, if you hadn't always kept your head in the clouds.

Just call me the cloud critic.

You could have done so much more, but now it's too late.