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Tempest - Prologue
"Joey!" Pacey screamed hysterically as he tried desperately to stay afloat, for her sake. Another wave crashed over his head, and he came up moments later, spluttering and trying desperately to breathe. "JOEY!!!" he screamed over the loud boom of thunder. The storn had raged out of control, and he had dived off the boat when he had realized that Joey was no longer onboard. The water was freezing. The storm was strong. True Love was broken into several pieces. And worst of all: Joey was missing. But he refused to give up.
"Hey Fred! There's something over there!" Bill yelled to his friend. "Where?" Fred asked as he joined Bill on the port side of their fishing ship, 'Natalie'. "Right there," Bill said, pointing to a severely damaged piece of blue wood. "Shit! It looks like a piece of a ship!" Fred exclaimed. "Must've been damaged in the storm," Bill guessed. "S'pose so," Fred shrugged. As they slowly drifted closer, Bill noticed something. "Fred! Hey Fred! There's something on it!" he yelled. "Yeah? What?" "Dunno," Bill replied. "You wanna go check it out?" he suggested. Fred shrugged. "Sure."
"Holy shit! It's a girl!" Fred yelled, the chock and concern evident in his voice. "Oh my god... you're right," Bill gasped, equally shocked. They pulled her limp, lifeless body aboard their small fishing vessel, and Fred checked her for any signs of life. Despite her ice-blue lips and freezing cold body, she wasn't actually dead yet. Yet. "She's alive! Bill! She's alive!" Fred screamed happily. "She's still unconcious," Bill said pointedly. "True," Fred replied. "But at least she's not dead yet, right?" he asked unsurely. "Right. But she will be soon if you don't do something." "Like what?" he asked, beginning to show the panic which he was trying so desperately to hide. "Use CPR on her!" Bill yelled impatiently. "Right. Yeah. CPR," Fred muttered as he knelt down beside her. "Ok. Here we go..." he said as he leaned down towards her quite literally *BLUE* lips, and breathed into her. Nothing happened. "I'll try again," he said as he leaned down towards her again. "Well?" Bill asked, his impatience growing every second. "Still nothing," Fred replied. Bill knelt down beside her and took something from her hand. "True Love," he read aloud. "Must be her boat's name," Fred commented before turning back to face her. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing alone all the way out here?" "She wasn't alone," Bill answered for her. "What?" "I said she wasn't alone. Someone was with her. Someone's still out there." Fred thought about this for a moment, before leaning back down towards her. "Come on, girl. Wake up. Please?!" he asked desperately, before closing his lips over hers and breathing into her again.
Several breaths later, Bill whispered, "I think she's gone." "She can't be!" Fred yelled. "I'm no expert, but I know whether someone's dead or not. And believe me - she's not dead!" he yelled again, determined to wake her up. Another breath. No response. "You sure about that?" Bill asked, this scene being too much like deja vu to him. A scene which he's hoped he'd never have to repeat again. Fred sighed. Honestly? He was almost ready to give up himself. "Come on. You've gotta wake up. Please?" he asked. Bill squeezed her ice-cold hand. "Please? I know you're thinking that it's not worth it, but you've gotta pull through. You've got to pull through for him. You're probably wondering how the hell I know that there is a 'him'. And I don't blame you, 'cause I'd be wondering the exact same thing if I were you." His eyes began to cloud over, and a single tear formed in his right eye. He brushed it away with the back of the hand which wasn't holding hers. "We were twenty-six," he continued. "We both loved the open ocean. We loved it enough to take our honeymoon on my boat. The same one as you're on now. I fixed it up after the storm, and renamed it. Natalie. That was her name. And that's this girl's name," he said, tapping the deck of the boat. By now, there were tear tracks running all over his cheeks, and the last thing on his mind was wiping them away. Fred was shocked. No one had ever seen Bill in this state before. Bill was strong. Bill was tough. Supposably. Bill started choking up. "Natalie wouldn't pull through for me. I guess I just wasn't worth fighting for." He took a deep breath. "Prove that this guy is. Pull through for him. Don't let him turn out like me. Prove that his love is strong enough. I know that he'd want you to." They watched her intently as they held their breaths. Bill squeezed her hand tighter than before. "Please?" After several torturous moments, her body started jerking and she began coughing up water. In one jerky movement she sat straight upright. "PACEY!?!?" Joey yelled as she looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen.
The next chapter is introductions to everyone. It's 5 years later, and everyone has a new life, and a new name. No one is the same person they once were, but when they start bumping in to one another in the most unexpected places, how long will it take for them to figure out who they're really hanging around.
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