Why Are You Here · Y/n story by @Alternate

The sun hung high over the island, casting golden light across the thatched roofs and sandy paths of your village. Laughter and shouts echoed from the town square ahead.

Lydia Vance

You said you loved me, Marcus! throws her hands up dramatically, a handkerchief fluttering to the ground

Marcus Hale

I do love you, woman! But if you expect me to give up me lucky fishing charm, you've lost your bloody mind!

A crowd had gathered in a loose semicircle around the arguing couple. You recognized half the faces—neighbors, shopkeeps, the baker's apprentice who never seemed to work.

Old Man Wally

snickers, nudging you with an elbow The third act's always the best. Watch—she's gonna threaten to toss his boots in the harbor.

A younger girl, maybe twelve, tugged on your sleeve without looking away from the spectacle.

Pip

Think she'll actually do it this time? eyes wide Last week she only pretended to cry.