I kept my hand cradled to my chest for the next few days. It had my work harder but I just sucked it up and worked a little hard. Kidd never said anything towards me, the first day he gave me a judging look but when he saw I wasn't slowing down at all with my tasks he seemed to let it slide. Killer never talked to me. Didn't even acknowledge my existence. Luckily the men seemed to be leaving me alone or the moment. I think it had something to do with the fact that I smashed a plate on one of their heads when they tried to mess with my hand. He was giving me a hard time and the plate was close by. There was no serous injury, didn't even seem to faze him much, but he left me alone after it.

I really wanted someone to look at my hand but when I had asked the guy that was navigating he said it would be a lest a two weeks before we made port again. I was afraid to ask him at first cause he was rather odd looking. He was one of the stranger of the crew; long blue wavy hair, a wide mouth, black eyes(unlike Bepo's they weren't beady just sorta blank), and stitches or scars(I'm not sure what to call them) were all over his face. He had torn tattoos rapping around his neck and running down his shoulders and arms. He wore a strange corset like vest held together by red string.

"Is there any reason you want to really know?" He asked. His voice was deep and slow almost calming. Surprising from such a creepy looking guy.

"Oh no." I said holding up my good hand. "Just wondering. Thank you for answering my question and sorry for wasting your time….uh what do I call you?" I didn't mean for that to come out rude but I really hadn't bothered learning anyone's name yet.

"Heat."

"Well thank you Heat." I smiled up at him.

"You're welcome Miss Doctor." I went up deck just to relax a bit up in the open air after words. I hadn't spent much time up on deck yet cause it seemed to be always crowded and I had work to do. I wasn't use to cook for so many people but I was actually starting to adjust fairly quickly to it. This late at night the men were either drinking up on deck or below deck sleeping already. I would normally drink but I had no taste for liquor at the moment.

I just took a set against railing on the starboard side and leaned back to stared up at the stars. They glittered up against the dark night sky like little diamonds. I had missed seeing the stars at night while on the submarine.

"They are pretty." I nearly jumped out of my skin. Killer had seemed to just magically appear out of thin air next to me. Sneaky quite bastard.

"Yeah they are." I tried to make myself as calm as I possibly could. I didn't want him knowing my heart was beating a mile a minute. Though he probably already knew that. "What do you want? I thought you were going to ignore me cause I wasn't worth any effort."

"What happened to your hand?" He asked as if I hadn't asked my own questions. I pouted and turned away from him. No way was I going to give in and forgive him that easily.

"What's it matter to you?" I snapped venom dripping from my voice.

"You're part of the crew." He stated. He reached out to grab my hand that was still cradled to my chest. I slapped the top his hand much like a mother would slap her child's hand when they do something wrong.

"Non of your business."

"Don't be difficult Grace."

"Don't be such a dick then. I expected more from you."

"That goes both ways. But I'm glad to see you are willing to defend yourself when you are hurt. Though slapping me like a child won't do much the plate to the head was very effective way to tell them to back off." Killer said approvingly still reaching for my hand. "Now show me what happened."

I watched him for what felt like the longest time. He couldn't really do any worse, well he could but I felt as if he wouldn't. Even if he had been rather rude before I knew he had had a point at the time.

"It's your fault." I sighed before extending my hand towards him. He unwrapped it slowly, his coarse callused hands rubbed roughly against my soft ones.

"How is this my fault?" He asked examining the cut. I was worried having his blades that close to my already cut hand but he was surprisingly very efficient at keeping them out of the way.

"I cut my hand on a knife we you told me you won't be training me."

"Never expected you to be the self mutilating type." He joked lightly.

"I didn't do it on propose jerk." I snapped but there was hardly anything behind it. I pulled my hand free expecting some resistance but Killer didn't have any. He let my hand slip through his fingers.

"Why didn't you just sew it up? You are a doctor after all."

"I'm left handed." I told him and wrapped my hand back up before the heavy bleeding could start. "I can still cook with my right hand but I can't stitch with right."

"Guess you will just have to wait till we reach land then."

"Yep."

"Still think you can train with that hand?"

"I should I mean I will just have to- wait what?" I looked at the blonde man very confused. What was he talking about? "You said you won't train me."

"I said you had to prove you had some fire in you, which you did." He stated simply as he continued to stare up at the stars.

"And if I say no."

"Sea king food remember."

"…" Oh yeah. I didn't like that he was being shady and I certainly didn't trust him as much as I had a few days ago but I still like the blonde mask man for some reason. "Fine. When do we start?"

"When I feel like it."


Now I really feel back on track where I want to be. Snap decision to make Grace left handed. Just thought it would be something that would fit with her. Anyway enjoy.