Tattoo-Personal Narrative

Then I lived in a small town in Italy, but it had no name. This had begun when I was only six years old. That was when a small black and teal tattoo appeared on my upper arm. No one knew why it appeared so as as grew older. As I grew up I got a job for a grumpy old man, with a wild red mustache and a big temper, I started to wear something to cover it up. One specific night on my 25th birthday, I had just gotten off from an unwanted night shift at the restaurant with my horrible boss. Once I got out of the taxi, I slumped my shoulders, and slowly walked into the second story apartment, laid down on the recliner and turned on the news.

What I saw surprised and mystified me, but before the segment was over I fell asleep. At least I think

So I gave her binoculars and told her to give me a thumbs up on when to run. After I got the signal, I sprinted up a ramp that had been dragging along gravel road, and a torn grassy meadow. Once I stepped up onto the deck I saw a captain leaning up against the wall crying, with a silent sob. And one single passenger, sitting up on the opposite side of the deck. With a small piece of paper sticking out of his coat pocket. I grabbed the piece of paper, uncrumpled it, and read it. The letter said”

I see that their has been another mishap with the ship, it must of crashed through your town after a canal breakthrough. This has happened before in other places that I cannot say, because memories have already been erased, and damaged has been paed for and rebuilt. Either way, the ship will not stop until, you do these tasks.

First, wake up the person who had the note with them.

Second, get the captain and him below deck, and close the

Not long after, his wife that I hadn’t yet seen came up the stairs. Right as she topped the stairs she started to yell at him and tell him to be nice, and stop acting like a 5 year old. Then she stopped and apologized to me, before they both disappeared with the ship. Leaving only the note, and a powder to put on me, and my niece so we’d remember. After that everyone forgot within the hour. And exactly 59 minutes and 24.5 seconds later everything seemed normal again and most of the damage was repeated, while a small, unseen, non-excistent tornado was blamed for all of the damage, that was leftover. This was the day that i learned that anything can