on a misty island known for its drop offs and dark waters a young girl is late to meet her father on an old boat. memo rushed past people in the village her red hair flying in the wind. She jumped over a small stone wall and tripped. "damn" She said before rolling down a small hill. She got back up quickly cursing her hurt knees. after much rucks for her neighbors Nemo got to her fathers boat. "Your late Nemo" Her father scorned already at the wheel. "Sorry dad I lost track of time." She answered. Her father scurried down the stairs and untied the boat. They were soon moving slowly away from the dock. "Just be on time next time alright" her father suggested with a small chuckle. Nemo nodded quickly walking over to the side of the boat. "i will …so where are we going today" She asked. Her father had already walked to the wheel again and was turning left slowly. "a place by the caves. Might be a bit rocky so well be moving rather slow" Her father nodded his head as if he were telling himself. Nemo at on a small bench and leaned over the boat looking into the silver waters. As she peered she swore she could almost see something swimming along side the boat. She waved it off as fish, but her mind couldn't help but wonder what kind.