A/N: If you are confused to why I am uploading this chapter again go back and read the authors note.
Chapter 1: "I hate dust."
"Cap'n on deck!"
Everyone snapped to attention, saluting, as Link stepped onto the deck of his ship. He dismissed it with a salute of his own and stepped up on the Quarter Deck to greet the man currently standing at the helm.
"Cale, I assume everything went well?" He asked the sailor.
"Everythin' went just fine Cap'n. No need to worry about it. I've got the newbies down there with Arnold and he's showing them how to tie up the cargo down there. He says they're quick learners and should be ready to do it themselves soon. We're just about ready to set off we were just waiting on you."
"Great, "Link said with a grin, "You know the course, right?"
"Yep, ya heading on down to your cabin?"
"Yeah I'll tell the guys to set sail, and check the cargo to see the new guys are progressing. After that if you need me I'll be in my cabin.
"Alright, Sir. Let's hope the wind we have right now keeps. It'll be a mighty blessin'."
"Yeah, let's hope," Link called back as he headed to the deck, telling the guys to set sail he stopped to look at the town they were slowly leaving. The sun peeked up over the houses and cobble paths all the while the wind tousled Link's wheat-colored hair and blew through his green shirt, he played with the brown collar before sighing at the heat of the early morning. People walked around (not many due to how early it was) and he caught a glimpse of a single stagecoach through the alleyways. He turned around, combing his fingers through his messy hair, as he headed below deck to his cabin. Before he descended he looked at the fading stars, praying that the Goddesses would bestow upon him a safe, maybe uneventful, journey.
He headed down to the hold. Checking the crates, seeing one off to the side, he looked suspiciously at it. Deciding nothing of it he started back up to his cabin, until a sneeze stopped him in his tracks. At first he thought it was a crew member but then he recalled all of his crew up on deck. A second sneeze found him turning around at the speed of light, he glared at the crate, realizing that the noise had come from it. His hands moved down to his belt, silently he pulled two gold handled daggers from his belt. He crept to the crate, moving like he was made of shadows. He stopped at the crate, a third sneeze told him the sound came from behind the crate. In mere seconds he was around the crate holding up the stowaway to the wall, with a dagger at their throat.
"Who are you and why are you on my ship?!" He growled glaring at the uninvited passenger. It took him a minute to digest he was looking at the face of a woman, and a couple more seconds to digest the fact that she had somehow disarmed him and he was now on the ground with his hands pinned behind his back. She looked annoyed, not an ounce scared, as if she wasn't pinning the captain of a ship to the ground, while being a stowaway on a ship.
"What the-?" Link started to say, but was cut off by another sneeze from the woman. He stopped thinking back to his prayer.
So much for an uneventful journey, he thought. He sighed flipped on his back forcing the woman to let go of him, she fell back, not expecting that much strength from a man who had just been dazed a couple of seconds ago. Link took advantage of her stumble and had her pinned against the wall again, this time putting as much force on her as he could, making sure she wouldn't get away from him. He took a couple seconds to take her in. Her sand blonde hair covered half of her face, all the while her blue-gray eyes glared at him. Her face was sculpted in a diamond shape. She wore dark blue fingerless gloves that went all the way to her elbows. Her corset like top was brown in the middle but was blue on the outside. Her pants were a dark brown, almost as bark as her knee high boots. On her right side of her pants hung a half skirt. **
She seemed to be taking him in as well. His green shirt with a brown collar was rolled up to above his elbows. His shirt fit him well, and she could make out hard muscles beneath it. He wore dark brown pants with a lighter (but still dark colored) brown boots that reached a little below the knee. His belt had carriers for his knives, which were now on the other side of the room. On his left arm she thought she could just make out the ending of a tattoo but didn't think much about it. Her eyes moved to his face, taking in the his well sculpted features. He had a square jaw and slight smirk on his lips. Moving up his face she took in the bright blue of his cobalt eyes.
If these circumstances weren't so dire I'd say he's kind of cute, she thought to herself. Heat crept up her neck at the thought, showing up on her face. Seeing her blush Link's smirk grew even wider. She glared harder at him, not even knowing if that was possible. Remembering why he had her pushed up against the wall his expression grew hard. She still looked at him without an ounce of fear showing as she watched his expression grow darker.
"Now, again. Tell me why exactly you are on my ship, stowaway?''
"I have a name, you know, "She said bitterly, realizing her mistake too late.
"Really? What by chance is it? "He replied just as bitterly. She sighed knowing she was running out of time. Glancing at light streaming in from somewhere, she saw dust motes floating around in the air. Glaring at them she inwardly cursed.
"I hate dust."
**pictures of what I created them to look like: It's on my imgur account also named Zeldageek726 (what a surprise!)
A/N: If you've never read this story ignore this message: The entire story, besides this chapter is under revision, so that's why all of the chapters are missing… so yeah, I'll be updating this story when I can. See all ya'll weirdos later! -Zelda
