Ada found herself in tune with her new hostage's job. The hostage, Eri had come to this new and vast island inhabited by very strange people. The island itself was a sight to behold with vast forests, high blue white mountains and fast flowing rivers the sight was an exceptional one.

  The smell of the berry cake she was baking over the make shift stove assaulted her nostrils. She gasped, delighted at the smell once again. The kitchen here was the hostage's safe place, being a cook for her former crew before they came upon this island, it was easy to see how her skills had come to be.

  Ada turned, looking at the board coated with flours, the stained whisk and some other bowls. She sighed, brushing against her flour stained apron. She stepped away, feeling her sandals sticking to something. She pulled it harshly, her body jerking back as a result. The moss coated the bottom, green against the brown of the floor.

  She sighed, walking past the counters before heading for a chair at the other end. It was nestled right beside a table. Ada relaxed on the wall, drowsiness pulling at her eyelids. The door at the corner flew open, children clothed in identical tunics running inside. Their chatter bounced around, further jolting Ada out of her reverie.

"Eri," they all called, running towards her. Ada winced, her ears aching tremendously. Their features were each starkly different, the only similarity being the...