In the middle of an ocean, sun was at it’s highest peak. A ship colored as black on side shell while red on bottom shell was transporting cargoes. Those the ship wasn’t that kaleidoscopic, but with chromatic cargoes on board it was as if an illustrator have thrown every single dye from his treasury. And lastly it’s reflection in the sea was giving it touch of perfection; making a picture to behold literally.
Ship owner was an experienced person in waterborne transporting; he was rigid by nature but king at heart and one of the examples of his kind heart was Sam.
Sam’s parent died in an accident when he was 9. Sam had no place to call home. But captain gave him a place to live and a job as sail boy on ship. Sam was a fragile kid it was hard for him to leave at start but he got used to it. at start he even used to have sea sickness but humans are meant to adapt, right? For him only means of entertainment onboard was reading. So he developed hobby of reading. And that day was about to change his whole life…
Just like other noons Sam was doing his daily work. And suddenly he heard a yelling,
captain! Captain! Come here we found something, It looks like a treasury chest; one of the sail boys yelled
Their captain who was at bridge was trying to scout out the source of ruckus; Brawls between sail boys were recurrent for Captain
This time the genesis of the ruckus was from Forecastle; which was actually weird because unlike other decks of ship forecastle is most forth deck and generally doesn’t have any railing so if a mishap were to be happened and someone were to be heaved from the ship it would mean an instant death
Captain was trying to look for partaker but from the windows but his view was obscured by the cargoes
He went downdeck and started walking toward the forecastle
Sam hailed from behind Captain, Captain, wait for me
Captain sighed, Run faster you brat we don’t have a whole day; So do you why they are fight this time
“No! I don’t think there is a fight this time, few moment ago I heard someone yelling something about finding a chest.”
What really ; captain said with a enliven smile; We are going to be rich soon
Forecastle was thronging with sail boys
Where is the chest? Captain shouted Where is it?
“One of the sail boys have went into ocean to get that chest, he should be climbing the ship any moment now”
Captain he is here. The other sail boy shout from the main deck
On most left corner of main deck a Jacobs rope was hanging down from railing, a sail boy dripping with water was lying down; in front of him was a chest
Is that my treasure chest. Captain said while he was running toward main deck Someone give that sail boy something to drink he must be exhausted.
“Captain, we are going to be rich”
Captain set; In front of him was a cuboidal wooden chest, Blackish brown in color. It had a blackish hasp.
Captain extended his hand and clutch liver of hasp of the chest. It didn’t had any lock on it. First he lifted the liver and then he lifted cap of chest
Inside of that chest was a reddish textile; One look and you can tell it’s made up of top quality fabric. That textile was covering something
“Even this fancy fabric must be costly so without a doubt the thing it’s covering has to be 10 times no 100 time more expensive.” “what could be below this fabric” “may be something made up of gold or may be a diamond.” His head was brimming with such thought
He wasn’t able to hold back his curiosity any more. He wanted to know what kind of curio could be inside so he lifted the textile
Below that textile was two tomes. There cover were whitish and filled with weird design. Below them was a cushion it must have been placed there to not let those tomes get damage.
“HUH! There is nothing in here”
“I thought there will be something luxuries when I saw that fabric.”
“What? There are just some books in it. And here I was hoping to get rich.”
“There is no such a thing as easy success after all; Huh?”
“Get back to your works men.” Captain shouted at sail boys “sigh! Can’t believe I was hoping to find some treasure in the middle of an ocean”
“So Captain… c...an I have these books?” Sam whispered with a low voice
“Yeah why not. it’s not like I can sell these books for high prize or some thing.”
And just like that there enliven faces became lifeless again.
But as the saying goes ONE’S TRASH IS OTHER’S TRESURE.
Sam was happiest that day he finished his daily work quickly, ate his dinner and went in his room. He was dying to read those books.
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Sam was the only sail boy on that ship to have his own room. He had been living in that ship since he was 9 so it wasn’t weird for him to have his own room. Though His room wasn’t that big it had all the thing he needed. A bed, a table and chair, a closet, a lamp and a table fan for that place was his home now.
He came in his room sat on the chair. He reached out his hand to open closet near him. The room was big enough to fit everything Sam needed but at the same time small enough that if you stand in the center of room you can reach it’s every corner with just a little stretch. On one of the corner there was a bed near it was a table and chair, on table there was a lamp on it’s left was closet. Closet was in the middle of both walls it’s backs was stick to the wall. The other side wall of the closet was door.
Sam opened closet and took out one of the book they found that day. He placed that book on the table lighted the lamp and opened the book by turning its cover. From quality of ages he concluded that this book mustn’t be that old or may be it was well preserved In any case he animated to start read that book
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The first page of that book was as such
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| Name :- Marilee Edward Twilight (current) [Maria (former)] |
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“I haven’t decided on the title yet” that’s a weird title Sam thought to himself
He turned the first page and started reading
Last night I turned 22. But I was 25 when I diead so… I guess I turned 47 last night
Ohh I forgot this is the new book. So yeah! You guessed it. I died when I was at age of 25 on earth. I was an orphan and never had a boyfriend. To tell you the truth I didn’t even had a friend. I was just a lonely person.
I used to be a light novelist. I started my career at every young age and my books where good sellers too. But I will be lying if I said I had not regret.
You see, as an artist I wanted to create something you will call a Masterpiece. But I died before achieving that.
But then I got reincarnated. So I thought Finally I can achieve my goal. I mean what else do you need ; I got a typical isekai setup.
But soon I realize the difference between reality and fantasy
You see, it been 21 years since I was born and since then nothing have happened worth writing.
So I started writing dairy since I was born so that I won’t miss on any events but nothing was worth for my masterpiece at least until yesterday. Until I met him
Yesterday night my father threw a fest for my birthday
And as usual I was bored but then at the door, someone was standing; looking for someone, it was weird because it was suppose to be for nobles and just by looking at his clothes were saying that he is not one
But his something about him was different, something about him was making him stand out; may be it was his aura. Yes I guess it was his aura crying out loud as I stand above these noble shit
I don’t know what it was but I just had a this feeling.. no may be it was a desire. My mind was telling me that if you want to create a masterpiece you have to… no I must write about this guy. He had to be main character.
After that meeting. I burned my dairies and decided to start writing a new book about him.
I know I sound like a stalker here. But my only intentions were writing a book, I didn’t have any ulterior motive ………. May…. Be. He was hotttt soo
Well looking back at it now if someone askes me now “what were those feeling that made you wrote about him?” I will say those were what I gain from my career as light novelist for years
If I have to define it in one word. it will be instinct ..noo actully they were:-
A LIGHT NOVELIST’S INSTINCT