[ Not everyone is so graceful a swimmer... or a Zora. Another princess struggles endlessly beneath the storm's wrath, gasping and crying out as it tosses her from rail to rail. The winds pry her from any sort of secure grasp, and the rain pelts her face, plastering her long hair and clothes to her sodden form. Zelda knows this is only a nightmare, but it's terrifying nonetheless, and she finally releases a despairing yelp when a bolt of lighting smashes the mast to bits, sending half of it into the sea and the other half, splintered, all around her.
What more can I do to prove myself? This is some punishment, surely, for her continued inability to wield her ancestors' power. Zelda clutches the side of the ship, trembling as she looks out over the ship and across the water. It seems there's an island in the distance (unless it's a cruel illusion), but she very much doubts her ability to reach it without the tumultuous waves pulling her down into the depths. Whether on deck or in the sea, danger seems inescapable... ]
Is anyone out there? [ She calls out, voice tight with fear and desperation. ]
i !!!
What more can I do to prove myself? This is some punishment, surely, for her continued inability to wield her ancestors' power. Zelda clutches the side of the ship, trembling as she looks out over the ship and across the water. It seems there's an island in the distance (unless it's a cruel illusion), but she very much doubts her ability to reach it without the tumultuous waves pulling her down into the depths. Whether on deck or in the sea, danger seems inescapable... ]
Is anyone out there? [ She calls out, voice tight with fear and desperation. ]