Chapter One
It was another day, another long trip on a ship full of obnoxious men and blowhards. I was swabbing the deck as my pa had told me to. I had on a red leather jacket, stopping at the middle of my back, and white shirt, strapless and with barely anything in the back, black baggy pants going into my brown, worn leather boot. My gloves, finger-less, where soaking wet from my sweat.
The RLS was bustling with activity, men preparing to set sail when our financiers got aboard. I was growing tired of waiting though, I had stayed up all night with my pa getting jobs aboard this ship.
I was almost done when I saw a young man, human, brown hair, and blue eyes. He was wearing an outfit similar to my own, A white shirt tucked into his beige pants, in which were tucked into his black leather boots. His hair was short on the top, his bangs just brushing past his eyes to touch his cheek bones; the bottom was shaved, with a small tail of braided hair poking above the collar of his brown leather jacket. Everything he had on him was baggy giving him a tough outer look, one I had tried for years to mimic, but never quite able to accomplish because of my girlish physic and long hair. I couldn't help my gender, or taking after my mother. God bless her soul.
He was looking up at the ship with aw, probably never left his home planet until now. I was bumped in the back, jostling me out of my thoughts and back into my work. I kept glimpsing at him though out of the corner of my eyes.
I also caught the eyes of some of the crew, glaring at them, in which caused them to go back to their work. I had been with these men for years, for as long as I could remember. I had a rep with them, being the biggest bitch of the group, even if I was a human to boot. I never smiled in their presence, never giving away any emotion, and when they tried anything with me, I would either beat the shit out of them myself, or my pa would do it for me.
I wasn't looking where I was going, and bumped into someone, landing on my knees I turned and went to punch whom ever had knocked me down, only to face those blue eyes up close. His face showed fear, something I was used to by then, and also pure concern.
"I'm sorry," he said, his hands were held up in defense. I dropped my fist, letting go limp at my side.
"Watch it next time, pup." I turned, grabbed 'Mrs. Bucket' and 'Mr. Mop' and headed down to the galley, meeting up with my old man.
I heard the boy bump into someone else, and heard the flatula yelling at him as I went under.
