Chapter 8
Work and rings
The other two piercings didn't take that long especially I now knew what kind of pain I was in for and surprisingly since I had an idea the pain it wasn't as bad as before. When we were finally done we ended up putting the supplies away after washing the needle, Jims hands and my ear to rid any bacteria and dirt and what not. When I washed my ear I looked at the piercings, Jim did a fantastic job either he's done this more than what he was letting on, like maybe he did several peoples ears or something, or he was being extra careful. Even though I didn't feel him shaking when he had handled my ear which would usually be a sign that he was nervous about piercing my ear. But then again not everyone has the same symptoms with their nerves, I mean when I'm nervous I start to bite my nails or I snap at everyone about everything even if they weren't talking to me in any way shape or form. Sorry there I go again ranting and raving on and on instead of getting to the story, well I won't keep you waiting now where was I? Oh right piercings.
"I can't wait till we get to the next port. Then I can get some earrings that won't try and stab me while I'm sleeping." I half smiled after I finished looking at the piercings in the mirror in the small bathroom that was in the sleeping quarters. I never noticed how big the ship was until now; the movie seemed to not show half of this room. Jim shook his head and chuckled quietly. While I was looking at my ear I took a small rag that was there and wiped off the now dry blood on my ear while Jim was leaning against the doorway with his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Yeah cause your weird enough without the safety pins in your ear." I smirked and did a small bow.
"Why thank you for noticing." We soon headed to the hammocks and I grabbed the key that Arrow had given me earlier that day then walked to the small closet and took out my pj's and changed in the bathroom and as I came back I put my clothes in my bag locked the door and put it in a small pocket that was in my pj bottoms, stretched and walked towards my hammock which happened to be next to Jims and apparently I ended up having the hammock under Mr. Turnbuckle. Well I guess I'd rather it be him than waking up to Mr. Snuff with his version of a snore. I walked passed Jim and from the corner of my eye I saw that his eyes had widened slightly and did I see a hint of blush? Maybe I was just imagining it or maybe I'm just so tired that I started seeing things, besides even if Jim had blushed I'm sure that it was just the sight of me in my pj's. We said out quiet goodnights and as soon as my head had hit the pillow in my hammock I was sleeping practically dead to the world. Little did I know that while I was off in the dream world Jim wouldn't stop staring at my sleeping form and it wasn't until I had turned over in my sleep to get comfortable that he had stopped staring. Not long after he too was off dreaming, don't ask what cause I am not a mind reader. The next day seemed to have come far too quickly because when Silver had gone mental and woke Jim and I up before the any light would dare to shine over the ship and wake the crew.
"Get ye selves up lads there be plenty of work a-waitin for ye two this mornin'." Silver practically shouted at the two of us and somehow managed not to wake up the other crew members and I just put my pillow over my head trying to block out any sign that Silver was there. In all total honesty I was kind of hoping this little wake-up call was just a dream, I mean after all with all the crazy stuff that's happened to me within such a small amount of time I for sure would think I'd have a crazy dream. Well dream or not I was going to respond to this early awakening with still closed eyes and only half of my brain working.
"It's too early Silver comeback when there's light outside. Like in about three or four hours." I muffled. I think I had heard Jim mumble something but I really couldn't be sure was so quiet because of the pillow over my head which I using to block out any unwanted sounds. Just as I had thought that Silver had left, all of a sudden I found myself on the floor with the blanket and pillow sprawled around me with my hair all over the place from the pillow falling off my head so abruptly. After my eyes had adjusted to the very dim light I turned when I had heard steps behind me and all I saw was a tall figure, which I assumed to be Silver because of a small light that was emitting from his cyborg eye. I then saw him flip over the hammock next to mine that had a sleepy teenage boy in it. After the hammock was flipped the body that tumbled out fell to the hard wood floor with a hard thud and a sharp 'Hey' coming out of the disgruntled teenage boy.
"Dude! What the hell, Silver?! Don't you know its bad luck to wake me up this early!?" I snapped I definitely did not like being woken up like this I mean I thought Meredith woke me up crazy but this is ridiculous. And generally from my experience when I woke up extra early either something bad happened or a series of small instances happened throughout the day. Silver looked suddenly startled that I had actually cursed, although I don't know why he would think I didn't curse at all. The look on his face was startled and he quickly shook away a smile about what I had said about the bad luck part. I could have sworn I saw a smile across his features before his demeanor had turned serious as he began to speak once again.
"Get your lazy selves up. Time is wasting there be lots of chores to do today and they won't be doin' themselves." I rolled my eyes and rubbed them sleepily getting the stuff out of my eyes while I was at it. I stretched my arms up in the air while yawning and walked sleepily to the closet where my stuff was unlocked the door and picked out a fitted dark green tank that showed a bit of my stomach, tan/brown camouflage pants which the legs stopped at me heels, almost dragging on the floor. I liked being comfortable and usually the pants that were the most comfortable for me were usually a bit big and a little too long for me, had several pockets here and there and of course I had my boots and my black fingerless gloves. I slowly started to make my way to the bathroom with my things gathered including the small brush I had pack and changed while brushing out the tangled mess that was on my head until I thought it didn't look to bad and pulled it back into a semi-high pony tail while leaving my bangs free and covering my eyes which they naturally did. I started fixing my chocker, since sometime in my sleep it managed to turn itself backwards on my neck. When I finally stepped out of the bathroom I saw that Jim and Silver were no longer there so I quickly put my things away while putting the key to the door into one of the pockets in my pants. Those two really need to remember to give me the maximum of five minutes for me to at least get dressed. Oh well they'll figure it out sooner or later. I started thinking about finding a chain or something to put the key on so I wouldn't have to lose it especially since it's the only key in existence. I didn't even bother with putting my usual amount of make up on and decided to just apply my usual lipstick, maybe tomorrow I would put it all on since I kind of know what time that I'd have to be getting up to get started on whatever work Silver would have planned for us. I finally met Jim and Silver up on the deck while I was still yawning since I still wasn't fully awake despite getting dressed, fixing my hair and applying make-up.
"It's about time Vie." Silver stated somewhat irritated while looking over in my direction while setting up a rather large plank of wood, rope, buckets and it looked like there were some scraping tools in them. I finally realized what the first chore was going to be which even darkened my already irritated and still sleepy mood.
"I'm here aren't I? Oh and Silver I would like to point out that fact that I'm a girl and in my case I need at least five minutes to actual look like I didn't wake up from the dead. I'm not a boy were all I have to do is run my hand through my hair and suddenly I look great." I glared at him with my arms crossed over my chest. He just gave me a look that I really couldn't describe even if I wanted to, I just couldn't read the expression. The rest of the crew was able to sleep an extra two or three hours more than the two disgruntled teenagers that were now scraping barnacles off the side of the ship. Silver just couldn't shut up.
"Put some elbow into it!" I tried blocking him out. Seriously could he not see we are trying our best to get the little f*ckers off the boat. I'm thankful for my gloves, even though they were fingerless, they saved my hands from being torn up to bad, but it still hurt with small blisters forming on the bases of my fingers, large one had on my right palm and of course some on my fingers where they were exposed from my gloves. After pulling off maybe six barnacles I had made it official I hate this chore for mainly two reasons the first reason being it was hard to get them off and the second one was the fact that I was freaking out because every time I pulled one off I would fall back slightly. I don't know about any of you out there but I really did not want to fall into nothingness and die before I even would hit any surface. As extra security for my bloody anxiety issue with the space, I decided to get as close to the rope as I could and wrapped my arm around it and worked like that. Silver and Jim both looked at me funny at how I had situated myself but thankfully neither one of them asked why I was making myself work harder. In truth, with the way I had wrapped my arm I did have a bit of a harder time getting the barnacles of the ship but I'd rather work like that instead of taking the chance of falling. You know what? I don't even know how the heck Silver expected Jim and I to get the barnacles in the bucket cause the minute we had finally popped them with enough force they would fly out of reach and down into the clouds and possibly landing on some far of ship or planet.
When we were finally finished Silver had taken Jim and I down to the cellar to peel some, what I assumed to be, potatoes of some sort. When he was talking to his crew and said he'd run Jim ragged he really meant it, my forearms were sore and tired and my slightly blistered hands hurt. I could only imagine how Jim's hands were like since they were not even covered to protect them from the hard work. At least Silver had the decency to let Jim and I have a two minuet brake to wash and care for out sore hands. While Jim and I had gone down stairs to care for our hands there were some remarks from the crew which I just flipped them off, and I'm positive they knew what it meant because of the look on their faces. I took my gloves off and realized that I popped the large blister that was on my palm and it was now very tender to any touch, I just shrugged it off and washed it carefully while Jim did the same although he rubbed his hands vigorously which he was likely trying to massage some of the pain away. When we were finished we walked to the galley and looked around for Silver, who ended up getting Jim and I taking us down to a separate room where there were mountains of potatoes, full sacks, and 3 seats set up. I sighed and absent mindedly rubbed my neck with my blister popped palm and I bit back a hiss of pain while making a mental note of not to do that again. There had been little to know conversations between Jim and I since Silver was hanging around all the time. The old cyborg had finally noticed that I had safety pins in my ear while I was peeling, I guess it was inevitable mainly because of the fact that I moved my bangs behind my ear the best I could so I could see what the h*ll I was doing and peeling right.. Silver had been on my right side most of the day and hadn't noticed until now.
"Lass what the devil did ya do to your ear?" I rolled my eyes mainly at the fact that he hadn't noticed until now but I was nice about it….kind of and I began to use my attitude to answer the old man's question about my newly pierced, now safety pinned ear.
"What are you talking about? Oh you mean the pins right?" I asked while pointing to my ear while keeping my cool and collected self, "Well its simple actually I got it pierced and there were no spare earrings to be found." Silver looked at me with wide eyes almost asking why I was being so nonchalant about something like that. I kept on peeling and half smiled I don't know why maybe it was the look on Silvers face or maybe it was the fact that I'm starting to get noticed. Believe me it will take more than a small fight with a psycho to get noticed around here.
"Is that so? Who pierced it for ye?" Jim and I took a quick glance at each other before going back to peeling and giving off a small smirk or half smile Silver caught the glance and looked at Jim. "Jimbo? You pierced the lass's ear?"
"Yea so? She wanted me too I even asked her to be sure." Jim shrugged as he defended himself about piercing my ear before he asked me a question.
"Come 'ere Lass." It kind of caught me off guard and I was debating whether or not to go over to him. I just decided to move closer to him as his stood up and he took his hand and turned my head while looking at the piercings with his cyborg eye. After finding that there were no signs of infection and a clean piercing no having to re-piercing anything Silver looked at the two of us and chuckled quietly and shook his head.
"Well Jimbo I'm impressed with ye handy work." I kind of sighed and Silver looked at me.
"Well, duh Silver Jim is pretty smart he knows how to pierce an ear carefully." Jim looked up at me as soon as I said the small compliment and Silver just smiled.
"I didn't doubt that lass, we should be gettin' to port soon enough for ya to get some decent earrings." I just nodded and we continued to peel the potatoes and Jim kept nicking his thumb with the knife and when I finally moved over to Jim's side while also bring my tool with me, I sighed and shook my head with a half-smile before I reached over and touched his shoulder. After feeling my touch he stopped what he was doing and stared at me and I half smiled.
"Jim, you're supposed to cut away from yourself, not toward unless you want a very scared up thumb and the crew will be eating your blood all over their food." He glared slightly then nodded and watched as I began to once again peel and he watched my hands. He then began to mimic my movements and was soon peeling as fast as me. Jim began to space out while looking up into the light that was shining through a small opening in the ceiling. I knew what he was thinking I hadn't completely forgotten this was a movie…not yet anyway. I was hoping to forget soon though, but there will always be that very small quiet voice saying that it was a movie and I couldn't change it, stupid little voice. For the next few days all we really did was cook, wash dishes and scarp the barnacles of the side of the ship, it had got me wondering why because we weren't doing any of the chores Jim was doing when the flashback were happening but I didn't say anything to Silver. I would like not to do as much of the work as the movie portrayed Jim. Don't get me wrong I'm not all that lazy but when it comes to Silver dogging us the whole time I'd rather have supervision instead of him barking at us telling us that we were doing the chore wrong. Until one day when I decided to wear a pair of black cargo pants that had just as much pockets as my other pair and a purple tank top that had the phrase '333 I'm only evil half the time' and black and purple arms warmers that had zippers that don't really do anything. I had brushed my hair leaving my bangs over my left eye and pulling it into a loose braid over my shoulder. Suddenly I heard the orders from above telling everyone that we were pulling into a new unfamiliar port I immediately was anxious to get off the R.L.S Legacy and onto solid ground for a bit. Although once we did dock Jim and I had to tag along behind Silver and all he said was we needed to get some more food…at least that's what I think he was talking about he was naming some things off the top of his head and I don't know what some of them are since they weren't in his little book he gave me.
