Sheka grabbed her bag, and stepped onto the frost-bitten wood planks of the docks. The air was salty and two of the sailors were chatting. "It's a lovely day. Calm seas and not a cloud in the sky." One of the men was saying. "No, there will be a storm." The other said. Sheka ignored them, and continued walking. "Hey! You there!" Sheka turned around. Behind her was a man that was tall and well dressed, with a fishhook tattoo on his arm. "You need a lift? I'm taking a boat full of people who can't afford it to No-Mans-Landing for free. You want in?" Sheka nodded, and the man pointed to a boat that looked a bit like a pirate ship, but without the sails. Sheka smiled her thanks, and made her way over to the boat. When she stepped onto the boat, poor looking men and women swirled around her. Wow, Sheka thought. So many poor people. As the ship began to move, Sheka saw her homeland, covered with green fog, and melting before her very eyes.
An hour later, Sheka was in the biggest storm she had seen since she was six. For a heartbeat lightning cracked the sky, then a few seconds later thunder would boom and rattle the entire ship. The waves were huge, and Sheka held her mother's Snow Globe against her chest. The girl looked around, the ran to the edge of the ship and put a leg over the railing. "What are you doing!? This ship can handle this old storm!" Sheka turned around and saw the man with the fishhook tattoo running for her. Terrified from both the storm and the huge man, Sheka launched herself overboard, seeing Frost jump over the edge too. In the distance Sheka could see land, and started frantically swimming towards it. A yelp startled her, and Sheka turned to see a ginormous wave carrying Frost, and before Sheka could react the wave swept her up too. The icy water slapped against Sheka's cheek, and for a moment she lost a grip on the Snow Globe, but Sheka caught it. Land was so close now that Sheka could hear the sounds of the harbor. She climbed onto the stones and breathed in. It was good to be back on land. Sheka coughed up water and threw up several clumps of seaweed. Sheka's ponytail had come undone, and her black hair was spilling all over her face. She looked up and saw a girl standing over Sheka with her hands covering her mouth. At least, that's what it looked like to Sheka. Everything was blurry, so things like that were hard to tell. Sheka blinked to clear some of the water, and saw that the girl had brown hair worn in buns on the sides of her head. The girl offered her hand to Sheka, and Sheka grabbed it, pulling herself up and leaning on her rescuer's shoulder. Sheka walked a few feet, then stumbled, falling onto the ground were a litterbug had left a sharp tin can. Unfortunately, Sheka landed on it. A long cut from the knee to the ankle was very painful, and Sheka gasped. The kind girl that had rescued Sheka ran for help, and Sheka sighed. It was a long day indeed.