You look out intently into the seemingly endless ocean before you, wind whipping against your pale face. Funny, because you've been exposed to the sun all the time on this damned ship yet your skin was still a ghostly white and not even slightly tanned. Though, that was probably because you'd always wear long sleeves and desperately try to shield yourself from any beam of light that had descended from the sky. Why did you do that? Well you simply disliked the sun, and you didn't know what was wrong with that. The stupid idiots that inhabited this floating structure of wood would ask you about that for God knows how much, no matter how many times you've given the answer "I don't like the fucking sun!" with the bonus of your signature grunt and scowl.
But enough of that. Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you've been living as a pirate for your whole fifteen years that you've been on this planet. You shouldn't be even considered a pirate, more like the bitch of the ship. You were always working your ass off, whether it was cleaning, washing the dishes after dinner, or going out to collect food... It was all too stressful. You had so much work to do everyday that you rarely got any rest, causing ugly-looking bags to form under your freaky vermillion eyes. Luckily you weren't really alone. Your so-called friend, Sollux Captor had the same exact jobs as you. That would've probably made you feel better about yourself, if it weren't for the fact that he was treated better than you. By that, you mean that he would get more food than you, better clothes... Yeah your luck sucks.
For once though, you didn't have a million things to do today, so you're just hanging out along the edge of the ship, wondering what lies beyond this unbelievably shitty life."Hey KK, ith time to eat!" You hear a familiar voice lisp behind you. Sighing, you move your legs toward the general direction of the dining area, where they were probably serving something that had to do with fish. Like always. When you reach the room, you settle down onto a seat next to Sollux, awkwardly twiddling your thumbs. You try not to pay any attention to the usual stares you got, or at least the ones you thought you got. You feel the taller boy playfully nudge you with his elbow, snickering quietly to himself. You scoff, coming back at him with a harder shove. Then before you know it you're on the floor, eyes wide and brimming with disbelief. Sputtering out a flurry of insults and curses you climb back onto your seat, flipping Sollux off in a curt gesture under the table. You just wanted to smack that smug expression off his face so bad, but you knew you couldn't, since the food was just now being served and you were starving.
Fish stew and water that probably had four gallons of salt in it. Fucking yum. Whatever, it wasn't really like you had a choice. Subconciously shoving spoonfuls of the shit into your mouth you end up finishing before everyone else. You decide to go back outside and look out into the sea once more, resting your head on your arms and closing your eyes. You are incredibly tired, but at the same time didn't feel like moving. You were just starting to drift off into sleep until you feel a gentle hand clasp your shoulder. You lift your head groggily and turn around to see one of your other 'friends'. It was the girl named Kanaya Maryam and she was looking at you with a motherly gaze, which was a thing that she always did. "Karkat, are you alright?" She asks, her voice sounding classy as ever. You never got how Kanaya could talk like that, especially with all of these shit-talking hooligans around. You didn't really care, but still.
"Yeah, I'm just... tired." You yawn, attempting to push her away. Of course, she didn't move, since everyone were giants compared to you. Well, you might've been exagerating, but it was the best way to make your point. Every single person on this ship were always taller than you. Fucking, even the girls stood at least a good half inch above you! This has always made you extremely frustrated, making it another one of the ingredients to your constant moodiness and prickly attitude. Aside from that, you reluctantly let Kanaya guide you to your room in the lower half of the ship, eyes halfway shut. By the time you got there, you were pretty much stumbling around like a drunk, tripping over your own feet and bumping into walls. She lays you onto your bed, as if you were a baby. She murmurs a soft "Sleep well" into your ear, draping the thick blankets of the bed over your petite body. You don't even see that she leaves the room, because you're sleeping too soundly to notice.