7ury

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

"Hello", Rebekka confidently says "it took me ages to get here. Finally I found the village my father once left with his ship." The old woman scrutinizes Rebekka and then slowly says " you... you remind me of someone. What was your father's name?" Rebekka, being excited someone told her she reminds them of her father quickly says "Kornelius. His name wa- is Kornelius." The old woman stutters, looks down "Ah I see. He left this village six years ago and set sail." Rebekka now also looks down "Hmm. Did he say where he wanted to go?" The old lady closes her eyes. After thinking for sometime she says "No. I'm sorry little one." Just as Rebekka wants to answer a man in his early 20s quickly enters the tent and yells at Rebekka "What are you doing Rebekka? You know we have to repair out boat or we won't catch a single fish this week!" Rebekka gets up from her seat "Y-Yes you're right. I'm sorry." She looks at the old woman "Thank you for your time. I-I have to go", she says while leaving the tent...