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The Chronicles of My Story

[Pirates of Death’ ship—Upper Deck]

Akira: Rutile, it’s time for dinner.

Rutile: Already? Oh, how time flies. Thanks for the head’s up.

Akira: You're welcome! Were you drawing just now?

Rutile: Yes! The sun setting on the deck looked so beautiful, I had to put it on paper.

Actually, I’ve been considering making a picture book to capture the various things I may encounter throughout my future travels.

Akira: Wow, that sounds promising! Would it be like a picture diary or something along those lines?

Rutile: Sort of, yes: it’d be such a missed opportunity not to record these dream-like moments, ones shared with the people I happened to meet, everybody sailing on this vast ocean...

And, who knows? Maybe I’ll make friends with a sea creature, perhaps one I had never encountered before—

And suddenly some other pirate ship may launch a surprise attack, and I'd fall overboard… Who can tell!

Akira: That sounds incredibly dangerous, I hope that doesn’t happen…!

Rutile: Fufu, don’t worry, I’ll be alright. I’m actually pretty famous for my surfing skills—I’d just catch a wave and make it back on deck in no time, without a scratch.

Akira: Woah… You’re pretty stout, huh! Doesn’t that scare you though? Sailing on your own and being attacked out of the blue, I mean.

Rutile: Oh definitely, I do feel that wee bit of threat.

Rutile: But, on the other hand… When I think about Mother and how she sailed in those conditions, I just want to bask that feeling through my own travels even more.

I hope I can draw those adventures, ones only I have faced, and show them to my brother—and someday, maybe, I’ll get to meet my mother’s companions to read them those stories.