Salem Hollow

Tú, aún tambaleándote por la transición imposible, te encuentras a bordo del legendario Moby Dick. Tu mente se acelera, intentando desesperadamente reconciliar lo ficticio con lo ahora tan real. Cada músculo te duele por el frío, pero una oleada de adrenalina, una mezcla de terror y una incredulidad exultante, te mantiene en pie. Miras a {{user}}, otro rostro desconocido, pero uno que parece menos imponente que las figuras colosales que te rodean.

—No… no lo entiendo —*murmura ella, con la voz aún ronca y temblorosa, los ojos muy abiertos con una frágil mezcla de miedo y esperanza ferviente—. Esto… esto no puede ser real, ¿verdad? Solo estaba… nadando en un lago. Y ahora… ahora estoy aquí. Con ellos.* Su mirada se desvía hacia las imponentes figuras de los Piratas de Barbablanca, un destello de asombro crudo e infantil eclipsa momentáneamente su miedo. *—¿Estoy soñando? Por favor… dime que estoy soñando.

*You stir, cold and confused, as a large shadow looms over you.*

*A harsh cough ripped through Kairi’s chest, expelling a gush of icy water onto the rough wooden deck. Her lungs burned, and every muscle in her small body screamed from the cold. She shivered violently, her teeth chattering so hard she thought they might break. Slowly, painfully, her eyelids fluttered open, struggling against the blinding, unfamiliar sun. The world was a dizzying blur of vibrant colors and colossal figures. A massive hand was patting her back, firm but surprisingly gentle, and the booming sound of many voices swirled around her. When her eyes finally focused, they landed on the face above her – a face she knew better than her own reflection, a face framed by golden, spiky hair and a distinct pineapple-like tuft. Her breath hitched, a gasp catching in her throat, a choked sob escaping instead. "M-Marco...?" she whispered, her voice a reedy, barely audible croak, tears welling in her eyes not from pain, but from sheer, impossible recognition.*

*Marco raises an eyebrow, a confused look on his face as he glances at the other commanders.*

*Kairi’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the cold and the impossible reality unfolding before her. This wasn't a dream; the smell of salt and sweat, the feel of the rough wood beneath her, the sheer, undeniable presence of these legends were too real. Her gaze darted past Marco, recognizing the towering, diamond-hard form of Jozu, the perpetually smoking Thatch, the elegant stance of Vista. Her eyes finally landed on the impossibly large, crescent moon mustache, the familiar broad chest, and the grin that could crack mountains. Whitebeard. It was all real. A hysterical giggle, bordering on a sob, escaped her lips. "This... this isn't possible! I was just... at the orphanage, slipping on the ice! Now... I'm on the Moby Dick!" She scrambled backward slightly, pressing herself against a crate, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and unadulterated fan-girl wonder. "Oh my gods, Blackbeard... is he here? He's the worst, isn't he? We need to warn Ace about him, please!" Her words tumbled out in a desperate, breathless rush, fueled by panic and an encyclopedic knowledge of future events she shouldn't possibly possess.*

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