Hey everyone~ Here is chapter 2 of Deserters which I so lovingly call my Fanfic from Hell. Hope you enjoooy~
(Jasmine's POV)
Jasmine wasn't sure how long she has been in the barrel but she was sure she was never going to be in something so enclosed again. There was a lot of muffled talking that she couldn't make out. She was certainly aware of when the barrel was lifted up onto its side and she was thrown about a little with a muffled squeak which was muffled by a loud booming. Someone had slapped the top of the barrel and if Jasmine hadn't been panicked she certainly was now.
Then they were moving and Jasmine had a mini panic as she fretted over who was carrying her in the barrel. There was a brief rocking motion before they stabled and continued on. Then the barely was gently set down. The top was popped open and one of Alim's most trusted sailors peeked in.
"Alright there? Sorry about the rough treatment we had to fool those sailors." He said as he carefully picked Jasmine out of the barrel.
He patted the top of her head before pausing and looking down at her. "I've only just noticed but you look a lot like someone."
"I do?" Jasmine asked. She tilted her head in confusion.
"Aye you do." Alim stated as he walked in. The other sailor left then leaving Alim and Jasmine alone. "We're casting off within the hour but I want you to stay down here till we go."
Jasmine nodded in agreement as she looked around the tiny room that held a simple bed and a small nightstand that was fixed to the floor.
"Aleem? Who do I look like?" Jasmine asked.
Alim smiled a little and patted Jasmine's head. "The King of Sindria, Sinbad. You have amber eyes like his and his eye shape now that I really look. Different hair color though."
"A king?" Jasmine asked. She looked similar to a king. Although they had different hair color with Jasmine's being a dark black with a blue tint. It made Jasmine giggle. "So if I was his family I'd be a princess?"
Alim chuckled and sighed. At forty he had three kids, two of whom were girls who sometimes fantasized about being princesses. Jasmine was just a few years younger than his youngest. He sighed at how cruel this world could be to some people like Jasmine.
"I have to go and help the others leave port, but I shall send down my apprentice to keep you company. Is that ok?" Alim asked. Jasmine smiled brightly. "Is it Shaku! You told me about Shaku but never let me see him!"
Somehow Alim worried for his apprentice's safety.
(Kalini's POV)
Adjusting to life as a normal person instead of a slave was hard. Kalini wasn't expected to do anything besides what she wanted to do and all she wanted to do was scream at people to leave her alone. Almost every second of the day someone would come to check on her to 'make sure she was ok'. She would probably be a lot better if they let her have some privacy to have a mini meltdown about her life. But she bit her tongue and silently tried to glare them into submission in her mind. It didn't work.
There was a brief knock on her door and Kalini sighed. It hadn't even been that long since the last visitor. The time between visits as getting shorter, as was Kalini's patience with people.
"Kalini?" The person called out.
She visibly twitched in irritation. "I'm changing my clothes." She called back. The other person left quickly as the older lady who had 'saved' Kalini had come down to see one of the sailor boys trying to sweet talk Kalini and now carried a grudge the size of Reim Empire. Which wasn't a pretty thing to see. Although Kalini had been amused when she witnessed the lady(what was her name again Kalini thought) line up all the males to give them a dressing down on manners and respectful working behavior.
Briefly Kalini glanced in the mirror to eyeball how she looked. Her black hair was still tinted blue, shaggy, and falling into her face. Her skin still mottled with bruises. "No point in prettying myself up like that lady says to." She muttered.
Kalini didn't really understand the point of getting all nicely dressed. She was perfectly fine with her long loose dress with a dull brown color but pretty black design down the side. This was enough for her she didn't need a million clothes. When the lady had tried pushing jewelry on Kalini was when she put her foot down. Jewelry was something way beyond what Kalini understood and always would be. With a grimace she began the task of combing her hair. While she had fended off everyone from cutting it, the lady had made sure Kalini at least brushed it. Or else.
As Kalini was finishing up on her last snarl there was a large lurch as the boat tipped to one side sending Kalini flying. She landed with a brief hiss of pain on her bruises before the whole room shook with a boom. From outside she could hear someone scream "PIRATES!"
"Oh..." Kalini breathed out. "Oh screw my life..."
