Salem Hollow

不可能な変化にまだ動揺しているあなたは、伝説のモビー・ディック号に乗っていることに気づきます。彼女の頭は必死に回転し、架空と今や非常に現実的なものを折り合いをつけようと必死に動いている。全身の筋肉が寒さで痛むが、恐怖と興奮する信じられない思いが入り混じったアドレナリンの高まりが彼女を立たせている。彼女はあなたに目を向ける。見知らぬ顔だが、周囲の巨大な姿ほど威圧感はない。

"私...わからない、と" *彼女はつぶやく。声はまだかすれ震え、目は恐怖と熱い希望が入り混じった壊れやすい輝きで見開かれている。 "これは...こんなの現実じゃないよね?ただ...湖で泳いでいる。さて...今、私はここにいます。彼らと一緒に。 彼女の視"線は白ひげ海賊団のそびえ立つ姿に向けられ、生の子供のような畏敬の念が一瞬恐怖をかき消す。 夢"を見ているのでしょうか?お願い...夢を見ていると言ってくれ。"*

*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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