Night Tide

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Okay, so far I think I have been a bit vague. All the mess I been talking about is in my past. Of course, the root of the tale began way before I was born, but that won’t come in till later. The boating accident was what started my adventure. Anyway, so you all know, I am not a professional writer. I am just telling you what happened and nothing else. Frankly, I have no idea why I am writing this. I guess I want someone to know this whale of a tale. Well let’s get down to business.
My home happens to be on a small chain of islands called the ‘Sapphire Islands’. They’re called that because the water surrounding the islands is as blue as it can get. The bastard settlers claiming the islands as their own then called the place Sapphire. There are six islands in all. Five are inhabited and the one is too small to support a town. Each island is referred to as a number. For example, the largest island is Central, while the others that support life are East, West, South, and North. The sixth island is called, Nu Syita, which means “Place of Offering” which is right next to the western island. Why it is called that I don’t know. Anyway, the islands are located off to the side of the Hawaiian Islands. Since the Sapphire Islands are so small, they are considered to be part of Hawaii. I look Hawaiian for the most part, excluding my red hair. Yes, I am a native of the Sapp (I will refer to the islands as Sapp.).
When I lived with my uncle, a boat dealer, I lived on Central Island. I have to say the man wasn’t as bad as I described. I was young, angry, and bitchy. The man just had a lot on his plate and sometimes couldn’t be there for me. However, his girlfriend is a bitch, I won’t be nice to her. In any case the man didn’t deserve the hell I must have put him through. I sometimes think if I’d been more mature that this mess wouldn’t have happened. Then again if that was the case I wouldn’t be writing this and I wouldn’t have grown up.
Okay, I messed up big time and now my ass was shipped to my dear grandparents, Grandpa Keona and Grandma Peni. My grandparents are very wealthy. They live on the western island and run some pineapple/ sugarcane plantation. It was strange that I didn’t ever know about them and suddenly I was going to be living with them. At the time I didn’t think it was going to be to that bad, right? Wrong. As soon as stepped on their property I was a prisoner.
My uncle didn’t know or say that my grandparents would be crazy. Stepping into their house I was relived of most of my processions, put in some old fashion dress (complete with a suffocating corset), and told the numerous rules. I don’t remember all of them, but a few big ones were: Do not leave the property under any circumstance, do not venture outside without an escort, do not speak unless spoken to, and obey every command without question. The fruitcakes were trying to mold me into a good, old- fashioned lady. Manners, etiquette, men are superior then women, and I am nothing but property. Now to a bright, teenage girl that I was, my response to these demands were as followed, “No fucking way…” Needless to say, that’s when all my troubles began...