Ship of Lost Children:
Helena woke as the sun shone brightly. She had no idea of the time, the day, or where she’d slept. While on her side, she could see the sunlight pouring through large bay windows, beyond which, the bay plainly visible with ships plowing through the water, their white sails billowing. Water lapped against the structure she rested in. She recalled being in the streets by the town hall, then the enormous riot, but that was all she remembered.
Helena rolled over on her other side, and there sat a little girl watching her. This was the same girl who had lifted the locket from her during the search of Chinatown.
“Hello, sweetie. Where am I?” Helena asked.
The girl didn’t say a word but ran out the door.
“Well, you could’ve said good morning.” Helena did a quick accoun
