So, I'm back :D It's been a while, I'm sorry. I've been trying to write and I've got a one shot I can post. But hey! Multi-chapter fic! AND IT HAS A PLOT. So I'm definetly continuing it. Promise. Crit would be appreciated, 'cause I don't write so much anymore. But hey, here's chapter one (:
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The HMS Justice's sails fluttered in the sea breeze that churned the waves into battering the side of the old but sturdy wood. Recently oiled, the deck shone in the sun's harsh and unforgiving gaze, causing metal to glitter and sailors to burn. Captain Mia Fey, a woman of all things, hung over the railings, secretly checking out some of the scurrying sailors as they made sure the boat was working fine, allowing the wind into sails to propel the ship forward. Most were barely clothed due to the heat wave drifting through the air, and Captain Fey was not one to let such a marvellous spectating opportunity go. Her hat was perched diagonally on long brown hair, slightly crooked smile and half lidded eyes on a rounded, attractive face. Behind her, First Mate Phoenix Wright steered the ship, trying to avoid the major waves but managing to hit them nonetheless. Every jolt was accompanied by an apology, as roughened hands tightly gripped the wheel. A quick learner, but First Mate Wright could constantly make mistakes, regardless of how fast he learnt from them. Another jerk, and Mia was forced to grip the railing as the whole ship seemed to swerve and sailors were forced starboard. Cursing, the Captain quickly stood up, brushing off the imaginary railing dust, and walking dangerously over to the First Mate, shoving him away and taking over the wheel. You couldn't get good work anywhere nowadays.
Down on the lower deck, stowaway Larry Butz was attempting to flirt with Steward Maggey Byrde, regardless of her attempting to carry on with her work to attempt to stave off the bad luck that seemed to accompany her. How Byrde had been allowed to aid with the preparation of the food was something none of the rest of the crew could fathom, but Chief Cook Gregory Edgeworth never seemed to mind. Second Mate Maya Fey scaled the rigging as if it were simple monkey bars, swinging from loose ropes occasionally, and stopping before the Captain noticed.
It was a strange story, really, how they'd acquired such a... varied crew. After discovering Larry hidden badly in a crate that was meant to be full of supplies, they'd tried to throw him off, but Larry had wailed as to how he'd be hanged if they just chucked him overboard. Funny how he'd missed the whole having-to-swim-back-to-shore part. Apparently, whatever Larry had done, it hadn't been his fault – this time. Maggey had simply wandered aboard without really paying attention, then proceeded to fall asleep in one of the cabins. Captain Fey had despaired, before quickly putting the new arrivals to work.
As Chief Steward Dick Gumshoe chased after Larry under the pretence of upholding the law, and denying that it had anything to do with the stowaway's attempt to woo Maggey, Captain Fey had to wonder what on earth had possessed her to assemble such a crew. Treasurer Marvin Grossberg stayed in his cabin, keeping an eye on all accounts and updating them where necessary, occasionally coming onto the deck in order to talk to the Captain or to simply catch some sun. Meanwhile, Steward Matt Engarde kept his head down, diligently scrubbing the already sparkling deck with a dirty sponge, a small smirk adorning his tanned face.
The ship swerved starboard.