2 α – Nous (Part two)

There was absolutely no way for me to know how long time had passed. My mind literally turned off for the moment, sleeping so deep in a dreamless rest felt so peaceful. These moments of tranquillity I was enjoying soon to be disturbed by a feeling of falling. My body suddenly felt heavy, as if I was thrown from heights so high onto the ground. But I was unable to enjoy the drop nor the fall, I just felt the spontaneous jolt which woke my corporeal body.

"Agh!"

I woke up in the same room where I remembered having a clash with seven people. Despite still having to adjust my breath, this time I woke up peacefully, no sudden need to assess my surroundings nor the need to protect myself. This kind of serenity gave me the chance to understand the situation.

I realised that I was resting in an infirmary of a small ship. Unlike the last time, I slowly got off the bed and slowly traced my way toward the doorway, covered by a cloth. From there I could see small corridors which only led one-way, and this infirmary I was in was right in the end of the corridor.

I pressed my left hand on the left side of the wall to withstand the dizziness from this ship's wobbling. The corridor's wall was made from polished fiberglass while the floor was made of metal. My bare feet felt cold from touching the metal surface. As well as my left hand, just not as cold as my feet.

As I walk, my sight got disrupted by glitching ghostly yellow figures wearing lab coats. Their presence also produced some kind of ambient noise, like the sound of chattering crowd. Not too long after their appearance, I could feel a damp sensation on my upper lip. I tried rubbing on, indeed there was something liquid dripping from my nostrils. I lowered my eyes to see that my fingers were drenched in blood. Despite still worrying over my own condition, after I put my hand down, the sight and sound of ghostly yellow figures had disappeared.

In the end of the corridor, beamed a square light brightly. As I wiped my bloody upper lip, I raised my right hand to cover my eyes as I approached the light. The flashing light behind the end of the corridor was enough to blind me. I ascended the small set of stairs which led to the upper deck. Upon reaching the deck, my eyes began to slowly adjusting to the blinding sunshine, and I could have sworn that this was the first sunshine and blue sky I had seen in forever. As my eyes were gradually adapting, I began to understand that this ship was a fishing vessel.

On the upper deck, I noticed four people were lounging around. The first one was sitting on the port side of the deck, he was the sturdy looking man I knocked out back in the infirmary. The second one was looking at the seas from the port side, slightly farther than the first man, he was slightly smaller than the first one. His distinctive feature was the black cap with red front brim he was wearing. The next one was standing near the starboard,talking with the fourth. The third one was wearing short pants and the last one white stripped orange shirt. The one wearing cap and the one wearing short pants noticed my presence, they alerted the other two and then the one in short pants proceeded to enter a door on the deck, right to the doorway to the lower deck.

"You okay?"

The one I beat up back then approached me, offering me a handshake. I looked at his hand hesitantly and reluctantly responded his gesture. Unlike last time, he turned out to be friendly enough. Might be my fault though.

"I'm Mory, you should talk to the doctor."

"Doctor?"

My first thought is the name "Einhorn," but I know it wouldn't be this easy. Plus I knew that whatever happened to me must have separated me and Einhorn.

"Yeah, Tim is calling him," he averted from my eyes and pointed at the door where the one wearing short pants entered earlier. "Ah, there they are."

As he finished speaking, he immediately returned to the place where he was sitting. From behind that door, two figures appeared. The first one was wearing short pants. And the second one was, if I recall correctly, the last figure that I saw before I lost my consciousness the last time.

"Doctor?"

"Yes, my name is Jordan. Are you feeling well enough?"

His confirmation of his identity disappointed me. I was slightly hoping that the doctor they were calling was Einhorn. Although even as he came out of that door, I almost immediately accepted that his appearance and voice was completely different from the black silhouette I met when I was unconscious.

"Yes, do you know what happened to me?"

"Frankly, I'm not so sure."

[Great, just someone who doesn't know anything.]

"I was hoping you could tell me. We should talk in the infirmary."

He pointed his right palm back toward the lower deck corridor; the place I was coming from. He walked before me and led the way back to the infirmary.

"So, what happened to me?" I asked.

"Like I said, I'm not sure," he answered. "What was the last thing you remember?"

"...I was floating on the ocean, at night..."

"I mean about you."

"..."

Again, I tried to remember anything I could about myself. But my mind hid my memory too well, I couldn't remember anything at all, not even glimpses. As if I was born yesterday.

"I'm sorry, I can't."

"I see..." he commented briefly, a hint of disappointment could be heard in his voice.

After our small chitchat, we had reached the infirmary. Jordan waved the cloth covering the doorway and entered the room. Soon I followed him inside and stop, awaiting his side of the story.

"Wait, how long had I passed out?"

"About fourteen hours, before that you passed out for five hours."

"Before I woke up and clashed with your crew?"

"Haha, yeah," he laughed sincerely. "You know, Mory is the strongest in this ship, and you won against him."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you even managed to escape from four men's restraining."

"..." in retrospect, I highly doubt it. "I don't know how I did that, I'm not even sure if I can move that chair."

"Probably you had adrenaline surge, or something like that."

That might be the cause, I knew I was ferocious that time.

"When we found you, you were wearing this."

Jordan took the jacket hanging on the wall next to the mirror and gave it to me. The jacket was very thick, decorated with fur on its collar. Just like what they wore in winter. I immediately searched its four pockets for any clue, first the right and left hip pockets, then the right and left chest pockets, but nothing. The only thing that caught my attention was a name tag above the left chest pocket.

[Theodore Quentin.]

"Is that your name?"

Jordan noticed that I was focusing on the name tag, my brain turned to aggressive trying to remember this name. I pushed myself trying to remember, so forceful my head began to hurt. I pressed my right hand against my left eye to suppress the pain, but despite my effort and the pain, I couldn't remember anything.

"I... can't remember..."

"It's okay, you don't have to force yourself."

Jordan took the jacket away from me and helped me sit on the bed, maybe in case should I collapsed suddenly. Despite I didn't like being treated like this, I couldn't help to accept his courtesy.

"What is happening with me? Why can't I remember anything?"

"..."

Jordan stared at me, his eyes were filled with curiousity, I could tell that he was also asking the same questions.

"My guess is, you are suffering from severe amnesia, your long term memory has been locked, I don't know the details since I am not a neurologist."

"Ugh..."

I pressed my right hand against my left eye harder to suppress the sudden sharp pain inside my head, this feeling came with sudden presence of glitching ghostly figures, but instead the earlier one, this time the figures were colourful ghosts of children. Running and playing all over the room while laughing playfully.

"What's wrong?"

Jordan exclaimed as I suddenly removed my right hand from his shoulder and pressed it to my face. He used both of his hands to hold my shoulders and lead me towards the bed.

"Can you see that?" I asked him while pointing towards the ghostly figures children inside this room.

"See what?"

It would seem that he could not see them, those ghostly figures were only visible to me.

"Never mind."

Those figures gradually disappeared one by one. As each one of them disappeared, the sharp pain in my head also slowly faded away.

"If I don't have anything that could reveal my identity, then I don't mind being called Theodore Quentin."

"..."

He went silent for a moment, staring at me intently. This time I could feel that his eyes were judging me.

"I've checked your name last night, you're being searched after your helicopter fell."

"Helicopter?"

"It would seem that while you were escorting for some kind of private corporation, some accident happened, you might have hurt and got amnesia."

"I see," I remarked. "Where was I going?"

"India."

"Then that is where I should go."

"In two days, we are returning to Mombasa. They have arranged a rescue party to pick you up on the pier."

"Thanks."

"It's okay."

"Is there something I can help you?"

I was glad at least I could hear some good news. Without Jordan and his crew, I'd probably died on the sea. I didn't know how I could express my gratitude, this was the least I could do for him.

"No, it's okay."

"I insist."

Really, I had this feeling of responsibility to fulfill. I took the liberty to walk off the infirmary toward the deck, looking for something I could do. Also since my last headache, I was pretty sure of my condition. The only dizziness I could feel right now was from the constant wobbling of this ship.

"You should rest. I haven't checked your condition thoroughly."

"Don't worry about it, I'm fine now. Beside you've seen what I'm capable of right? I did beat your friend."

As I hastily walked through the corridor, again the sunlight blinded my sight. I wanted to do something because I'd like to see the open skies which I would be unable to do from that windowless infirmary.

When I reached the deck, one of the ship's crew had left, leaving only three men on deck, the sturdy looking man with tight shirt, the man wearing short pants, and the man wearing white stripped orange shirt.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm a lot better now."

The one wearing short pants noticed our presence, he approached us who from his side would have seen having a cooling argument.

"Jordan, what's up?"

"Oh, Tim. You haven't properly met him, right?"

"No?"

"All right, Theodore, this is Tim. Tim, he is Theodore."

Jordan introduced me to him, I thought I remembered him back when I was rampaging in the infirmary.

"Hi, sorry about then."

"It's okay. You know, you seem to be stronger than Mory if you were able to fight a four men restraining."

Jordan shook his head a little, asking Tim to have a private conversation with him. I understood and I stepped a few steps back, letting them having some privacy.

From this distance, I saw that Jordan was trying to explain something while whispering, and Tim seemed to be disagreeing with him while also whispering. Seeing them having disagreement had me wished that they were not talking about me.

Finally they seemed to have reached agreement. After they finished talking, Jordan approached me again while Tim returning to his friends and informed them of something.

"Sorry, we had to sort something."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, not you..." Jordan pauses for a moment. "I think you've already known, this ship is a fishing ship."

"I see..."

"We lost someone in the last storm, even with eight people on board, we barely survived that storm."

As Jordan spoke, Tim gathered the other ship's crew around me, including a man wearing blue shirt under white unbuttoned white shirt who just exited a room in the right side of the deck.

"According to today's broadcast, there is a storm we have to pass if we want to reach Mombasa."

"Yeah, we'd need more hands on deck too."

The man in unbuttoned shirt joined the conversation, despite not facing me directly, but instead he stared into the far horizon, where grey clouds have seems gathering.

"We'll need your help to get through that storm," he continues, while averting from his glance towards me.

"I will help."

"We'll need to reach the storm before night, before the tide pushes us away from land."

"By the way, you haven't known every one of us, right?" Jordan cut in again. "We haven't properly introduced each other."

The man wearing unbuttoned shirt raises his right hand, offering me a handshake. He was only slightly taller then, about one hand above me. He hovered his right hand one step away over my stomach, with a little doubt, I answered his hanging hand and he firmly grasped on my right hand.

"I'm Dasan, captain of this ship."

"Theodore Quentin..."

Before I even release my hand, other's hand has been waiting for me. Immediately I move my hand to the other's. First one I shake is the hand of the man wearing short pants.

"Tim."

Under two seconds, he let my hand go, it's a definite hint that I need to move towards the other's. Next one I shake is the hand of the sturdy looking man in tight brown shirt.

"Mory."

His grip is so tight, I can't help but to let go first. I can see satisfaction in his face, must be because he had his payback when I knocked him outback then. The next one I shake is the man wearing white stripped orange shirt. Among all the people here, I believe he has the friendliest face.

"Alvi."

This one's grip is the weakest so far, despite his limp fish grip, also he doesn't let my hand go until I release my hand. And the last one, is the youngest. When my right hand is hovering in front of him, he offers me a high five instead. His right palm remains hanging a few spans of hands in front of my face. Despite a bit awkward, answer his gesture ineptly.

"Peppy!"

Well, that's all of them. I look at every one of them without saying anything, blending in a warm environment like this somewhat make me uneasy.

"Actually, there were an eighth crew. But unfortunately he passed away in the last storm."

Jordan points to the lower deck, there must be a room where they keep the eighth crew. I try to look in the direction he pointed, and judging from that, I believe the eighth crew must be kept in the room beside the infirmary.

"His name was Ben," Dasan, the captain, adds. "We have four hours before the sun sets and the tide rises. We have to reach the storm in that time so we can ride the waves."

"I agree with Dasan," Tim says, concurring to what Dasan said.

I could see the intention. From midday to midnight, the ocean waves always flow toward the coast. It will be easier to ride on the storm to reach the land. Once we entered the storm, we will only have to balance ourselves against the waves.

"Yeah, we don't have time. Our cargo won't stay fresh for another day," Peppy added, while pointing toward a square hole in the bow side of the deck.

Howls of agreement suddenly roared among the crews. They were all in agreement. They all also had the same expression; anxiety and hesitation. From their faces, it was clear that they feared to share the fate of their fallen friend. On the other hand, they had to overcome their trauma if they want to survive.

"Excuse me..." I interrupted while raising my left hand requesting their attention. I waited until every one stopped their muttering before I informed them of my thought. "I think that all of you are afraid, after seeing what happened to your friend."

"..."

"I'm not your friend, but I'll work as hard as he did if not more."

The vacant look on their faces told me that I was right,. I was literally nobody to them, but they had saved me. Now it was my turn to repay their deed.

"If we keep this up, we are not going to get through that storm. We need to have faith and courage. I'll try my best, and I need you to as well."

"Well said,' Dasan replied on my brief speech. "He's right, we can't keep brood in sorrow for Ben. We keep calling it sympathy. But really we simply are scared of ending up the same way."

As Dasan spoke, I could see their faces began to rise and filled with determination.

"Thanks, we needed to hear that," Jordan added, then smiled before entering the door in the right side of the deck.

Mory, Alvi, Peppy, and Tim patted my shoulder before they scattered to their own stations. Alvi and Peppy entered the lower deck, while Mory and Tim stood on the starboard and port side of the deck. Dasan stayed with me.

"Ben works on the sails with Mory and Tim. They could use your help."

"I will help them."

Dasan and I parted ways. I headed for Tim in the starboard on the deck while Dasan went for the door on the same side, where Jordan entered earlier.

"Hi," I greeted Tim whose eyes were fixed on the brewing storm in the horizon.

"..."

He only took a quick glance at me before averting his eyes back onto the horizon. It would seem that he was still preparing himself before entering the storm.

"Dasan told me to help you, is there something I can do?"

"You know how to tie knots?"

"I... do."

[Wait, something was wrong. How did I know how to do that? I could even remember what happened to me two days ago, yet I knew how to tie a knot?]

"Then you should be fine."

After a few moments, the ship began to move forward. Gushing breezes with splashes of salty water touched my face as the ship moved. As we approached the storm, the skies were getting darker and the cat's skin breeze turned into a gale.

"Everyone's in position?!" Dasan yelled from the bridge on the second story of the deck, along with Jordan in the same room.

"Get the line, now!" Tim shouted at me as he sees Mory had begun climbing the mast.

I hastily grabbed two rolls of rope which lied under the mast and threw one at Tim. After receiving the rope, Tim threw something at me which I awkwardly caught with my both hands. I looked at my hands and saw a pocket knife in them. Well, if I were to work with ropes, it makes sense to hang on a knife.

"When Mory cut the sail, quickly roll it!"

I nodded to Tim's instruction then shifted my eyes towards the top of the mast and tucked my pocket knife to the right back pocket of my pants as I waited for Mory to finish cutting the sail. As I looked at him, drops of water had begun to fall from the dark skies onto my face.

"Two storms in one week..." Tim scoffed at me, which I responded with an awkward smile.

"Done!"

Mory yelled from the top of the mast, dropping a layer of thick fabric to us. Without hesitation, Tim grabbed it before it even touched the deck and rolled one side of it.

"What are you waiting for?! Get on to it!"

Tim shouted at me for being slow, the roll of sail was leaning to his side. Knowing that he was waiting for me to react, I abruptly joined him rolling the other side of the sail. Soon as the roll was square, Tim continued his rolling in a pace I was almost unable to catch.

It didn't take much time to roll the seven meters tall sail with that speed. Tim climbed onto the guard rail to lift the roll of sail and tied it onto the boom. He pointed his finger towards the mast, hinting that I should climb onto the mast and do the same.

Meanwhile Mory has climbed down and ready to help us, I'm the only one between them who stalls since I don't know what I should do.

"Get up there and tie the sail!"

Mory instructed me to climb onto the boom, I complied without saying anything. He grabbed the sail roll as I climbed and as Tim waiting on the other end of the branch.

Mory lifted the sail to my side first, he held it on its place while waiting for me to tie the sail onto the boom. The rain which showered us had now turned into downpour. The raindrops had made our clothes from damp to wet in minutes. Mory kept raking his hair backward every time his hair fell down his face because of the water. Fortunately my hair was short, so Mory's problem was not mine.

I wrapped the sail at least ten times before I secured it with a knot and tested that it was fixed in its place. I gave a signal to Mory that I was done here so he lifted the other sail's end. It's true though, Mory was stronger than me. I tried to lift the sail earlier and I couldn't do it, and to see Mory able to do it alone proved it.

"Tim! You need help?!" I shouted at Tim who noticeably having a hard time tying the sail.

"No, stay there!"

The strong wind around us pushed Tim around. He was having a difficulties between hanging on, keeping his balance, and tying the sail. Despite his conditions, he rejected my offer for help. Knowing that Tim needed me where I was, Mory proceeded to help him instead while I continued securing the sail.

"Ugh!"

"What happened?!"

I heard a groaning noise from the other end of the boom, there I found Tim was sucking the valley between the index and thumb finger of his left hand. I took it he accidentally cut his hand as he about to close the tie.

"You okay?!" Mory asks.

"I dropped my knife!"

I was right, he accidentally cut his hand and dropped his knife off the ship, I could see that he hadn't finished securing the sail yet. I hastened my pace to finish this tie so I could help Tim and Mory.

"Wait! I'll be there!" I shouted at Tim and Mory who didn't have any difficulties hanging on. Yet from the looks on their faces, I knew they wanted me to hurry. "Done!"

I jumped off from the mast onto the deck and run towards Tim and Mory. But when I landed, the ship was crashing against a big wave. The turbulence was enough to throw me, Tim, and Mory off balance. As I raised myself up, I could see that Mory was helping Tim to stand up.

I held the knife's edge and pointed the handle to Tim. He shook his head after seeing me handing him the knife, hinting that he was not in condition. I could see blood was dripping from his lips, despite him desperately sucking the blood, enough to say that his wound was pretty deep.

"I'll check the engine room, I think I can help there!" Tim said still biting his left hand as he kept his balance from toppling while he walked himself towards the lower deck. "I'll ask Alvi or Peppy to help you here!"

"No, just help them down there!"

The only option was me to finish his work. I've seen Alvi and Peppy, they were not suitable for deck works. That was why I refused Tim's offer while still focusing myself to tie the knots.

"Yeah, you just help them!" Mory adds, agreeing with me.

Also it was unnecessary, soon as Tim entered the lower deck, I finished tying the knots. I shook the sail a few times to make sure that it was firmly secured.

"Done?!" Mory asked.

"Yeah!"

"We're done here! Let's wait in the bridge!" he continued, expressing his thought which I was not differing with.

After I put the knife to my pants' back pocket, I looked at the skies for a moment, I vaguely remembered this scene. The grey and black chiaroscuro I pondered under when I was having a difficult time telling what was real and what not. This time I knew exactly that this was real.

"What are you doing?!"

Mory shouted from the door leading towards the bridge, his shout was indistinct as it's trying to fight against the storm's song. But his vague voice was enough to attract my attention.

"I'm coming—"

"Help!"

Suddenly a startling scream could be heard approaching from the lower deck, it's not Tim's voice, but I was sure that it was Peppy's panicking voice.

"What happened?!" I asked him who was rushing out from the lower deck.

"The engine! It's overheating!"

"What?!"

"The engine's overheating!"

"What do you need me to do?!"

"We need to cool it off, I'll try with pouring water on it!"

"Okay, then. I'll tell Dasan the situation!"

Peppy and I dispersed without saying anything, I soon headed to the door in the right side of the deck.

"Dasan! The engine is overheating!" I screamed through the door without entering the room, I knew my voice is loud enough for them to hear.

"Dammit! Turn it off then!"

That should goes without saying, I slammed the door and run towards the engine room in the lower decks. But before I could enter, I stop just right before Alvi about to clash with me, in his hands were four buckets.

"There you are! Can you fill these buckets?!" He asked me.

"Right, and Dasan wants you to turn the engine off!"

"Okay!"

He handed me all the four buckets in his hand to me, which I immediately put down to catch some of the rain waters. It didn't take long to fill, I poured all the contents of other three buckets to one to make it full and put the other three back on their places. I carried the full bucket into the lower deck and head for the engine room.

"Water!"

"Pour it to the engine!"

Without hesitation I followed Alvi's instruction, I took my stance to splash the engine with the water. With one swing I emptied the bucket and all the content collides with the hot engine. A lot of steam spread all around the engine room, which meant that the engine was still heating.

"I'll get more water!"

I rushed myself towards the lower deck corridor and without stopping run towards the upper deck. I found all the buckets I put down had almost filled to its full. I put down the empty bucket I was carrying and took two buckets, one in each of my hands.

"Tidal wave!"

"Huh?!"

I could hear someone yelling from the bridge, I raised my face upwards, despite it felt hurt when the rapid raindrops lands on my face. From here I saw Jordan under a window of the bridge.

"A tidal wave is approaching from port! Turn the engine back on!"

"It's still heating!"

"Just do it! Or we will get capsized!"

Again, I rushed myself into the lower decks, run with two buckets of water across the corridors towards its end and turn left, across the infirmary.

"Turn the engine back on!"

I shouted as I barged into the engine room. Tim, Alvi and Peppy looks at me with discontent, perhaps questioning my statement. While they busy staring at me, I had already preparing myself to splash the water onto the engine.

"It's still heating!", Alvi exclaimed, with his palms pointing towards the steaming engine.

"I know, but there is a tidal wave! We need to turn!"

"The engine will bust!"

"Every second we keep arguing, the tidal wave is closing in and nothing we can do about it except to turn!" I shouted while putting the bucket in my right hand down and preparing to pour the other one.

"Dammit! Turn it back on!"

Alvi finally gave in and instructed Tim and Peppy to turn the engine back on despite the engine still steaming. While all of them were trying to turn the engine on, I was still emptying the second bucket. Peppy wrapped a cable onto the generator and pulled it with his might a few times before finally the engine turned on, and at the same time I have poured the second bucket empty.

"I'll get more water and tell Dasan that the engine is on!"

I grabbed the buckets and ran toward the deck again and checked the other two buckets. I replaced the buckets on the deck with the ones I carry.

"The engine's back on!" I shouted towards the open window of the bridge.

"Brace for impact!"

Jordan warned me, and accidentally I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eyes. From the port side of the ship, there was an at least ten metres tall of tidal wave, which I thought was the sky at first. With this sight in front of me, I dropped both of the buckets in my hands and dropped my jaw also.

[Too late for a turn!]

Soon as I regained my alertness again, I ran towards the guardrail on the port side and grabbed it. I wished I could have at least told the other three in the engine room. Also, as I tightly held on to the guardrail, I noticed that my nose was bleeding again. This was not the best time for this.

"Promise me, ———. You will show me the sea."

"What?"

I heard something, someone whispered. That's impossible. Even when someone shouted here, I could barely hear them. Yet I could hear this whispering voice crystal clear.

That soft and soothing voice, I remembered that voice. That was the voice of the white light figure in my dreams. How could I hear her voice? I was not dreaming now, was I? I tried to bit my right index finger to confirm and it hurt. But then still, how could I hear her voice here?

This ship had only made two third of the turn when the tidal wave collapsed and crashed with the ocean waters. The aftershock it caused mad this ship lose its balance. It was slanting almost half of its side, the slightest push will turn this ship over.

During this moment, I could feel a sharp pain in my head and my nosebleed was still running. I closed both of my eyes, pressed my right hand against my left eye, and ground my upper and lower teeth to suppress the pain. But no matter how hard I tried, the pain was still too sharp.

"———"

For a moment I closed my eyes, but something odd was happening. The sound of the rain suddenly stopped, replaced with a soothing sound of calm waves. Slowly I opened my eyes as the pain gradually beginning to disappear. But as my eyes were adjusting themselves, all they saw was a sight of something impossible.

Thousands of raindrops, or even millions of them, were floating right in front of my eyes. The raging ocean had disappeared despite the sky was still shrouded in dark clouds.

"What happened—"

Tim, Alvi, and Peppy barged out from the lower deck soon with shocked look on their faces. Slowly I raised my body and tried to understand what happened. Jordan, Dasan, and Mory also could be seen in the bridge having a dazed looks.

I touched one of the raindrops, slowly the raindrop crept on my finger skin like a gel. But soon as I removed my finger, the water did not return to normal. The three men under the lower deck doorway also tried the same thing, with the same result.

The first one to snap out from this façade was Dasan, he immediately accelerated the ship when the sea was calm as water in a bathtub. The floating raindrops which collided with us only stretched like gels to avoid hitting us. The calm sea and the floating raindrops persisted despite the sky was still shrouded in storm cloud, even after we navigated through the storm, we never know what had happened.

All of us was trying to rationalize the situation as Dasan was getting us out of the storm, but none of us could even spit a theory. Except for me,that for some narcissistic reason I came to believe, quietly, that I might had something to do with this phenomenon.

Hours later when I was staring at the night horizon over calm seas, Jordan approached me. He offered me a cup of hot chocolate which I quite enjoyed.

"What do you think about today?" he asked with a look of suspicion in his eyes, I knew he must think that I had something to do with it.

"I don't know, I am just as clueless as you."

"..." I didn't know what was in his mind, but I could see he seemed to had confirmed something in my answer. "Anyway, thanks."

"For what? I hardly did anything."

"..." again, he thought for an answer. "I must tell you something."

"What's that?"

"Remember when I said a rescue party will be waiting for you in Mombasa?"

"Yeah?"

"I lied, there will be no rescue party."

"...it is okay, I think I can make my own way to India."

"That is not what I meant."

"..."

"What I mean is, it will not be a rescue party waiting for you in Mombasa..."

"What are you talking about?"

"When I reported about you yesterday, we knew that you were not a victim of plane crash, but you were wanted."

"Huh?"

"You were wanted because you are said to be responsible for the fall of a private flight owned by Graille Einhorn."

What he just said changed my emotion and expression. My eyes dilated and I couldn't hear anything else, my mind was too busy processing that previous stark raving information.

"What did you just say?"

It's that name again. A name that I kept hearing. I knew that name was important. But what? I crashed a plane? Seriously, what happened to me? I lost my memories, I kept seeing things, I didn't even know my name. And seeing what just happened earlier today...

...what am I?