Hi :D

Okay, to be honest, it's been ages since I've written a fanfiction, let alone an English one. I don't think I've ever written one in English! As you can guess, it's not my first language, but hey, I'm trying. I just wanted to point that out in case you found the vocabulary to be sparse. I know it's not an excuse but you know ;) Of course, the 'verses belong to Joss Whedon. It's a River / Jayne story – she's nineteen, don't sue me! – because hell, they sure look nice together. In the next chapters, I have not included the translation for the text in Chinese because I think that the context of those sentences give the meaning away, but if there is any problem, pm me or give me a review telling me to put them up and I'll do it!

Anyway… lately, I've watched the Firefly serie but found it to not be enough, so I watched the movie. Still hadn't enough of it, so I listened to the soundtracks. I found them inspiring, so in pure despair, I went and read some fanfics. I thought it would sustain me, but felt like writing, and here I am!

Hope you enjoy the story!

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Introduction

Slowly, taking her time, she looked at the water turning dark as the sun set down far away from where she was standing. For a minute, she felt like running towards the horizon to set down too, to become one with the warm pink-orange glow, and she took a step on the beach. Felt like sand under her feet. The sensation was grim, but pleasant; it was still warm after the sun had touched it for all day long.

The waves were meeting with the beach just in front of her. The ocean was her mother and she behaved like her child, needed to go home. Connected in every way, supplied her mother with her energy. She took a step towards the rim of the beach.

"Gorram it, girl! Don't you go an' wet your dress! Plans for making the Cap'n mad at me for not doing this right!" Growled the man as he got hold of the girl's arm in his big hand. "You ain't gonna do something crazy tonight, hear me?"

"The girl can't predict the flow of the river." She replied, locking her eyes in Jayne's. He hadn't had a hint of a smile on his face and she found it very unpleasant.

"Yeah well, the girl needs to keep her damned ass dress in good condition!" Jayne looked at her from the top of the head to her toes. "Where the tzao gao are your shoes?!"

Knowing he would never get a satisfying answer out of River, the mercenary, feeling awful tight in those prissy clothes, wasn't too keen on letting her get all fong luh on him. He'd rather get a dark look from his captain ; wasn't gonna get fist-happy tonight, that was for sure. He started walking back to the ship which was hiding near the ocean, dragging River with him.

"My legs wanted freedom. They don't like being strapped to these. Torture." She replied while her feet were keeping up with Jayne's rhythm. Dance.

Jayne let out a snort, his head tilting back. "Ain't gonna argue with you on that! Don't look comfortable at all. C'mon!"