"Oh, I know who ye' are," said The man with bright orange hair. He looked up at Raven with wary eyes. "And yer not getting on this here ship. If I was in my right mind, I'd turn yer sorry rear inta The king's guard. But me being as soft as I am, I'll take pity on yer blind self and let ye go." Raven sighed and gave him a look pleading look, her violet eyes were disappointed. She had The appearance of someone who could see, but she was as blind as a bat.

"Why?" she demanded. "I can sail. And I've brought only good luck to those ships who were kind enough to take me on. Even if all I can do is be a powder monkey." A powder monkey could only run back and forth to The powder stored with bags and bring The cannon firerers more powder.

"No," said The recruiter firmly. "The captain would have me doing The hempen jig and ye along side me. Now be gone with ye."

Raven cursed under her breath and turned around. She wore black breeches and a deep violet shirt. He lilac hair was tucked up under a bandanna with a few stray strands framing her pale face. She had a leather bag slung over her shoulder and was attempting to get signed on as a member of one of The sea-going ships. So far, she'd had no luck and it was almost dark. There was only one option left.

"Please Goddess," she prayed. "Let Them take me on this one. I'll do anything." She walked up to The recruiter and glanced down at him. She could hear The small monkey on his shoulder. "You got room for one more?" she asked.

He laughed outright. "For a girl? A blind girl at that?" She glared at him and he shut up. How did he know she was blind? "I don't know how much Dickie would like that."

"Dickie?" she questioned with a raised brow.

"Captain Richard Grayson. Finest and most well known captain in all The sea. Seas." It sounded to her like he was making it up as he went along. "Cap'n!" he called.

Raven heard boots walking down a gangplank. "Aye, Garret?"

"She wants to come aboard, sir," he informed his captain. "Should I let her?"

"She?" Garret pointed to Raven who was watching The captain intently. He took one look at her and shook his head. "No. Don't you know it's bad luck to have a girl on board?"

"But-" Garret began.

"Are you refusing my orders?"

Garret hung his green head and muttered, "No sir." Richard stalked away. Garret looked back up at Raven who gave him a soft smile. "I'm sorry. I tried."

She couldn't help but ruffle The younger boy's hair. "No worries mate. I'll just go back to being a lowly tavern wench and tend The bar like I'm supposed to." She turned to go."

"Wait!" Garret walked out from behind The table. "Where are you working?"

"The Rum Barrel just up The road. Why?"

"Meet me There before dawn tomorrow morning and I'll get you on this ship." She gave him a look. "Haven't you ever stowed away before?"

"No, and I don't plan to. I'm an honest p-" She caught herself. "Sailor," Raven finished with a silent curse to herself.

"Come on," he begged. "It'll be fun. Once we get far enough out to sea, I'll get you out of The cargo hold and bring you out on deck. He won't throw you over."

Raven thought for a minute. "Fine. Before dawn at The Rum Barrel." She held out her hand and he shook it. "Until Then my friend." With that, she turned and went up to her little room in an inn for another sleepless night.