It took many hours to get from Pheonix's home on her large, unpopulated island to the slightly smaller, slightly more populated island where she was meant to get married, and in those many hours, Pheonix only thought one thing, and repeated that one thing over and over again in her mind: Who the hell made sea travel? It was her very first time on a boat, and it was not a pleasurable experience. Every other minute, she'd puke lava and flames off the side of the boat. One can imagine her joy when the island became visible. That joy, though, was followed by another puking fit.
When the boat finally pulled into the docks, Pheonix wasted no time in grabbing her black backpack and hopping off of the ship and onto the docks. What was strange is that as soon as she got off of the boat, her sickness stopped and her stomach felt fine. But Pheonix didn't spend to long thinking about it, mostly because she noticed something else: she was the only one on the beach part of the island. She quickly jumped to the conclusion that some of the ceremonies had already begun. But she was in no hurry, so she casually sauntered up to a cobblestone path, which she assumed led to where she needed to go, as she had not noticed any other paths.
It took Pheonix a few minutes to get to the end of the path, but when she did, she saw a chapel standing before her. She dug a hand into her pocket and pulled out a matchbook. She didn't want her breath to smell like a mix of lava and stomach acid, so she flipped the matchbook open, seeing that there were 19 left out of 30. She plucked one out and swiped it across the striking surface and watched as it caught fire. She let the fire consume some of the match, before sticking it in her mouth and licking the flame off of the match. The match was now unlit, and the fire danced in the redhead's mouth. Until she swallowed it of course. And with that, she opened up the doors and entered to see a young, attractive, black-haired woman walking down the aisle to meet a hairy looking young man. "What a waste..." She mumbled, before she walked behind the back row of pews and leaned up against the wall. She felt slightly out of place among the extremely well-dressed people in the pews, as all she was in was a black T-shirt, black jeans, and dirty black high tops.