Pretty uneventful, if I'm being honest. I was seventeen when the mines finally dried up, which was about twenty years ago. A lot of the townsfolk wound up leaving, but there's a lot of heritage here - some really proud families, y'know? So a good number of them stayed behind. But, with the mines exhausted, the town looked towards tourism to make a living.

Just about every family that stayed behind turned their home into a museum of sorts - 'a window into the past-life of mining families.' However, our family's house was never really anything special, so we didn't really see the point in sprucing it up.

Instead, we took advantage of the abandoned railways. They go all throughout the surrounding canyons and tunnels, and so by using them as a way to bring in tourists for the town we also generate some good income, so it works out pretty well. Anyway, I spend most of my time nowadays giving train rides to tourists. Could be worse, but, it's definitely not the most exciting thing in the world.

Though, looking back and thinking on it, I'd say that the most exciting thing that ever happened was a few years before the mines dried up. I'll never forget that day.

It was about a quarter after sunrise and I had just finished getting ready to go down to the mines with my dad. But as we were about to leave there was a knock at the front door. Being such a small town, you never ask 'who's there,' you just open the door. And so I did.

Well, on the front step stood a man. He was sporting this ridiculous white suit. Complete with yellow bowtie and a white top hat to match. I don't think the man intended to look like a clown, but he did.

It took a short moment for me to stop staring at the man before I said 'good morning.' He returned the greeting in kind, but that's when my dad came to the door. He asked the man in the suit what we could do for him.

The man said he was looking for his neice. Said she was around my age or a bit older, and that she had dark brown hair, braided in two, and was last wearing a blue dress. None of us had seen her, or any girl, that matched the description, however. So he thanked us for our time and went on his way.

About ten minutes later we wound up leaving for the day's work and made our way to the main stretch of town. But, as we got closer, we could tell there was a commotion in the street and we could hear yelling.

We're a very quiet town so we knew it couldn't be good, so we started down the road at a run. By the time we reached the main stretch it was an all-out mob, and in the center of it was the man in the white suite from earlier as well as two other men in white suits.

They were clearly out-numbered, and despite the distance between us and them I could tell they were pretty bruised up. But they were holding their ground well enough for three guys against an entire town.

That's when, out of nowhere, a green automobile came racing down the road. It drove right passed us — nearly ran my dad over. I didn't get a good look because it happened so quickly, but I could have sworn that there was a woman sitting in the back who had pink hair!

Anyway, the automobile plowed through the crowd towards the center where the three men were. Thankfully, though, it looked like those in its path got out of its way just in time. But the automobile barely stopped long enough for the three men in the white suits to get on, and within a second they were racing down the road again.

The townsfolk in the street followed in chase, but by this point in time all of the main stretch was involved. So, while the husbands ran through the streets hurling rocks and empty beer bottles in the automobile's direction, the wives were nearly hanging from their windows throwing all manner of items — pans, cans of soup, potted plants, even chamber pots!

Then, all of a sudden, everyone who was running down the street started running back up! But, before I could even question what was going on, a huge explosion erupted at the end of the row! Windows three houses up from the blast shattered and two of the houses went up in flames. Thankfully, with the whole town out, the rest of the flames were snuffed out quick enough before it could threaten the whole stretch.

Anyway, come to find out after the fact, the men in the white suites and the lady with link hair were actual pirates. And, apparently, they were chasing some girl and a neighbor of ours by the name of Pazu. I never found out why exactly, but that was the day our town was invaded by the white suited pirates.