October 1st, the first day of school for the attendees of the School of Death, had arrived.
From all around the world, ocean liners had set sail, carrying the many students that were to attend the School of Death to the island where the School was located. These ocean liners had a certain peculiarity to them- each of them was an antique, rustic design, as if the shipbuilder had seen too much of the movie "Titanic" while building the custom-made boats for the School. These ships looked cool, perhaps, but their efficiency felt like that of the 1920s classic vessel. But to Lucas, the most annoying part about the carrier boats was not the ancient look, or speed, but rather, the internal design.
The boat Lucas was on (and, as he correctly believed, the other boats in the fleet), were all designed with bodies, bodies, bodies in mind. As such, the interior of the boat had no big spaces to walk around. It had no cafeteria. No balconies. Rather, the boat only had rows and rows of rooms, and a hallway connecting them, one that Lucas tried to explore and was promptly denied access to by the man patrolling said hallway. He told the young man that his only option was to wait in the room until the journey completed, unless he had to use the ship's bathroom, until the journey was complete in about a day or so.
Needless to say, Lucas made many arbitrary trips to the bathroom that day.
Though perhaps Lucas was quite hyper, his boredom was not his fault. All of his luggage had been stored separately in the boat, and the only thing he had in his room was him, his clothes, and anything he could find in the bedroom- basically, nothing. Eventually, after many excursions to the hallway and another (even more) unpleasant encounter with the hallway guard, Luke resigned himself to laying on the bed, tapping his foot eagerly against the mattress, and soon fell asleep.
It was around 1:00 AM that night when there was a sudden but massive hurdle in the boat, like the ship had hit a really bad wave. Nearly thrown from his bed, Luke got up and looked out the window, and was surprised to see what was once the shorelines of Spain was now what appeared to be a large, oriental building on an island on a hill, surrounded by smaller, oriental-looking buildings in a village. The boat slowly pulled in a dock, before rumbling to a stop. A voice came on over the crinkly loudspeakers, inviting passengers to exit the boat and wait on the pier.
Luke rolled out of the bed, slipping on a pair of sneakers and a jacket, before hustling out of the room. The desolate hallways were now quite busy as students rushed out of the boat to freedom. Luke joined with the herd, walking down the walkway onto the dock of Death Island, what would be his new home for the coming years. Some of the students seemed rather cold, but Luke, who perhaps was used to cold air, felt quite comfortable, though he was only wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and a light jacket.
It seemed they were going to be forced to wait for a while as the administration took care of business before giving the introduction, so Luke's eyes scanned the crowd for people to talk to and meet.
When your introduction is at 1:00 AM in the bitter cold morning air, you know you're in for an interesting ride.
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