Time's Speech

A New Place

He took a peek at the woman's sleeping face. Doesn't looked like she'll be waking up any soon. He contemplated for awhile, and then he made sure that the woman is still sleeping. Then he gave in to his curiosity.

He knelt down and took hold of her wrist, bringing it closer to his face. Staring at it for awhile.

"What is this actually?" He asked quietly, not expecting an answer since he's alone there, not counting the sleeping woman, of course.

It looked like a compass. Smaller than the usual compass he had seen before, but the shape is similar. There are two pieces of needle pointing in different direction. And there doesn't seem to be anything that indicates north or south which most compass will usually have.

He counted the marks behind the transparent glass. There are twelve of them.

Isn't there usually eight of it?'

He thought to himself. And quietly counted in his mind; north, east, south, west, northeast, northwest, southeast, southwest.

'hy would anyone have a compass as a bracelet though? Won't a necklace be more suitable?

And now he's questioning the woman's sense of fashion.

He tried to shake the woman's hand lightly, but the needles was static in its place.

"Is it brok--", his conclusion was interrupted by a strong smack straight to his forehead.

"What do you think you're doing?!" A woman voice was heard, loud and clear.

"Arg--", He grunted, while rubbing his forehead. It suffered quite the impact from the sturdy glass of the woman's 'compass bracelet'. He raised his head to find the woman is now wide awake, her eyes looks startled.

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Her mind was a muddled mess. She's trying to open up her heavy eyes. Then she felt a sensation around her left wrist, she forced open her eyes, feeling danger. An unfamiliar man was checking out her wrist, for whatever reason.

Confused, and feeling a little bit agitated by the unknown, she shouted.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

She forcefully pulled her wrist away, accidentally smacking the man with her wristwatch.

Damn, that must've hurt.

Alisha thought, feeling a little bit apologetic to the man, but immediately raised her guard back up in front of the stranger.

"Wh..what are you trying to do?" The woman asked, her eyes are full of wariness.

''I guess, you're fine...?" The man asked. Standing up while holding his stung forehead.

His tall figure loomed over the woman, making her a little bit shaken.

"Who..who are you?!" , she asked, "Where am I?!" What happened?!", she asked away, a flurry of questions.

"I'm Merah." he said, answering one of her question.

She knitted her brow after hearing such a classic name. The bed she's on, rocked a little bit as if it was on water. Then she looked around. Oil lamp. Wooden interior. She came to a conclusion that she is on some kind of wooden ship. She then, take a good long look to the guy that introduced himself as Merah.

With his muted red top, that seems to be a Baju Melayu, collared with Teluk Belanga style. He wore a dark brown velvet outer wear, embroidered with golden motifs. A wooden bead necklace decorated his neck. A black knee length samping  was tied around his waist with a white cloth. He looked like some kind of hero from a period drama.