I pushed my light brown hair over my shoulders and let it drape down to my waist. Pulling on a pair of jean shorts and a loose tank top my thoughts drifted to a few days ago when an old friend offered me a place on this crew because "There was a 'spot' available" and "I needed to get out more and see the world."

I sighed and shook my head, falling onto a small bed covered by a quilt. I was perfectly satisfied with my old life, I didn't need to see the world honestly, but I still took his offer. Maybe it was because of the chance I might see my sister again.

I hummed and felt the waves rocking the boat softly, it was calming, trying to lure me into sleep, but I got up because I was supposed to be given a tour of this ship.

Exiting the small room I would be staying in, I was faced with a long hallway I remembered walking down last night. Doors lined the wall, it was a hallway for bedrooms.

However, there was no one here so I turned in the direction that didn't lead to a dead end and began to walk.

The wooden floor was worn and old, as if many people had walked on it before, my hand trailed the wall as I picked up the pace. Soon I was greeted with a flight of stairs, eager to reach my main objective, the main deck, I hastily began to climb.

The ship began to rock violently suddenly, like a storm had hit, and I realized my mistake of not using the handrail.

I mentally cursed as I began to fall backwards and tumbled down the stairs, losing the progress I had just made. I winced, feeling I had landed on someone that must've also been trying to get up the stairs. I also felt a sharp pain in my wrist.

"I'm so sorry." I said, standing up and stabilizing myself before turning to see who I had fallen onto. A guy with black hair and and orange hat partially covering it stared back at me.

"It's okay," he responded, "Are you hurt?"

My eyes flickered down to my wrist for a second before deciding that it was nothing serious, probably. "Nah, not really." I replied, thankfully he didn't seem to notice my slight hesitation.

He looked at me for a second as he stood up too and then smiled, "Are you new on the ship? It's nice to meet you, my name is Ace." He grabbed my hand that was injured and roughly shook it, I flinched a little at the pain, but tried to cover it with a smile like his.

But now he saw the sign of my pain and pulled on my wrist, examining it himself. "You are injured, I'll show you to the infirmary." He decided, taking my other hand in his and dragging me back up the stairs.

"Wait-" I started, but he wasn't listening.

*I guess that tour will have to wait for now.* I thought to myself, and allowed Ace to drag me to get my wrist treated.

Up on the deck I saw a storm had started, and it was raining heavily. I immediately shivered, I had always been pretty prone to the cold, my outfit choice didn't help either.

We were soon in the infirmary, me completely soaked, and Ace somehow was unaffected by the rain.

"Here we are, well I have work to do so I'll be going now!" He smiled stupidly, unaware of my coldness. I heard the door bang shut as he left and I turned to face a couple confused nurses.

I looked down embarrassed for a minute, I hated being the center of attention. "Um, I think I might've sprained it or something..." I trailed off, holding up my wrist.

The nurses set into action immediately, and began to examine my hand. They soon determined it was broken.

*Well, shit.* I thought bitterly. My first day on a pirate crew and I broke my wrist falling down a bunch of stairs.

The nurses seemed nice, they didn't pester me with too many questions, like how this even happened.

"It'll take about six to eight weeks to heal." I was informed as they ushered me out into the rain again, who knew why they seemed to be in such a rush.

I sighed as my dominate arm hung in a makeshift sling that was getting soggier by the second. It felt numb an useless. To top it off I was stuck like this for a month and a half now. Great.

I leaned against the wall, giving up on staying dry and watched the chaos of the many people scurrying about on the slick floor. I wouldn't be surprised if I wasn't the only one at the infirmary today with a broken bone.

I saw a flash of orange amongst the people too. I watched it for a second before it disappeared, knowing most likely that I had just seen Ace.

"This stupid storm better be over soon." I muttered before pushing myself off the wall with my good arm, and went off in search of someone certain.

My hair and clothes slick against my skin, I finally heard a familiar voice calling my name, "Dove!"

I turned around and smiled at the figure coming towards me, I waved back, "Izo!"

A/N: Hello! I decided to write this story because I have been bored as of lately. I have no inspiration left for my other two stories like always. I can never seem to finish writing a story because I get bored. So, If you like my story you'll have to tell me or I might assume it's boring, and now I am writing about how I feel about my other stories... So far I don't hate this one, I'm going to try to write it as one I would actually want to read. I don't like my other stories because I know they're boring. Well sorry for the long note!