The rain poured relentlessly as Jar Guard sailed on the small boat named "The Jelly Roger," guided by Jar Boss's instructions through the radio. The ocean's waves rocked the boat vigorously, making it a challenge for Jar Guard to find her balance. Inside the boat, the precious jars, containing some kinds of pink jelly, were carefully secured under a white blanket, tied with ropes to prevent any mishaps.
"Jar Boss to Jar Guard. Great job guarding those jars, keep going, almost the...r....e," the radio crackled, losing its signal momentarily. Jar Guard strained to hear the fading message. "It seems to be losing reception," she muttered, concerned.
Amid the turbulent journey, a small figure of an island emerged on the horizon. Before Jar Guard could focus on the island, she sensed a chilling presence behind her. Panic surged through her veins as she realized the danger that lurked behind those malicious glares. Without a moment's hesitation, she rushed to shield her precious jars from the wolf's reach.
The struggle on the small boat intensified as the wolf lunged at Jar Guard, pushing her against the gunwale. Her heart pounded in her chest as the wolf's breath brushed against her face, carrying a chilling reminder of the peril she faced. It was clear that the wolf's intentions were not only to claim her jars but to harm her as well.
"You tricked me! I gave you what you wanted, but I am not satisfied while you're still in this world, Jar Guard," the wolf growled, its eyes filled with loathing.
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Though she wanted to fight back, Jar Guard knew any action might break the jars. Seeing the island on the horizon becoming clearer each second pass by, Jar Guard tried to stay calm as possible. Despite her heart beating like a horse about to finish its race, she steadied her breath and seized the wolf's arms tightly. Without saying a word, she pulled him into the ocean with her.
The rascal struggled with the cold water while Jar Guard kept kicking at him, hoping him to stop lingering on her life jacket. But he was as tough as old boots.
The relentless struggle began to take its toll on Jar Guard. The biting cold seeped into her bones, and her muscles ached from the exertion. Yet, she pressed on.
Eventually, he tore off her life jacket, so she took it off and flung it at him along with another kick, pushing him away.
The numbing cold surrounded Jar Guard's body. She struggled to swim upward, but her movements were becoming sluggish. She tried to grab every, single, breath, she, could, but.
Soon, unconsciousness overcame her.
***
She heard laughter echoing around her. Blinking away the water from her eyes, she discerned two children playing gleefully in a field of flowers. There was a child who looked like her, but younger. She was happy, and smiled a lot. Jar Guard wished she could see that scene more clearly, if only she could.
As her vision cleared, she found herself staring into two familiar black pupils.
"Mildred? You're awake!" called the voice, unmistakably British in accent.
Confused, Jar Guard replied, "Who's Mildred? I'm Jar Guard."
The voice belonged to a girl with pink hair, dressed in a black dress adorned with white sleeves and a star-shaped collar. "It's me, Susie. Your sister," she declared.
Jar Guard felt more bewildered, "I don't remember having any... jars! Where are my jars?"
Her eyes darted around and found the cart of jars beside her. Relief washed over her as she saw them intact.
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Susie seemed puzzled, "Okay, this is getting weird. Mildred, I saw you falling into the ocean while flying on my broomstick. I quickly dived in and saved you, bringing you here. I also found this cart of jars with a radio on your boat when it was moving towards the island."
"I told you I am not Mildred, nor your sister. I am a Jar Guard, and I am here for the jar convention. Would you be so kind as to help me find a place to practice my speech?" Jar Guard responded politely, despite being annoyed by the mention of the name "Mildred."
Susie paused to consider Jar Guard's words, her face lighting up with an idea. "I know what happened. You must have lost your memories after putting your magic into those jars. But first, I'll take you somewhere to practice your speech!" Susie said, an air of excitement surrounding her.
"Thank you," Jar Guard replied gratefully, following Susie as they began their journey across the island. She pulled her cart of jars and the radio, embracing the mysteries of the unfamiliar place she had found herself in.
