Hola amigos y amigas! A couple of things in my story will be in Spanish. If you need a translation, just tell me in reviews ok?
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men, I only own the newer characters in my story, blah, blah, blah…Newayz…
I sat for a few minutes, and watched him cook. He's really fast, I thought as he served me a quick meal of eggs. "Thank you again-" "No need. I no mind cooking small extra meal for kindred spirit" he interrupted.
I smiled and dug into my meal. Yummy...this is the best meal I've had in while! I told the man so, and finished the meal quickly. I was feeling a bit faint from my human form, and didn't want the guy to notice, but I had so many questions! But I needed to go regain my strength. He'll be here later. You can come back.
"Can you do me a favor?" I asked him.
" What?"
"Could you not tell anyone you've seen me? Please?" I asked tentatively.
He looked at me oddly, but nodded
"Thank you," I said, relieved. " You're the only one who knows I'm on this ship, so please don't tell."
I turned around to leave, took a quick look around, but before I left I had to ask one question. "Before I go, could you answer one question for me?"
"What you asking?" he replied in his very thick accent.
"Where is this ship headed? What country are we going to?"
He grinned, showing his fearsome teeth. " We is headed to America, land of free men." He answered.
I looked up at him, confused and excited. America? I…I've never been to America. I won't have anywhere to go…but I'll manage. I hope.
I walked in a daze to the compartments of the ship. I, luckily, didn't bump into anyone. I quickly shifted back to normal before I passed out. I went to my barrel and hopped in, ready to think about my new destination. I've lived with no roof over my head before, and I can do it again. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll find a shelter that will take me in. Or a kind family will except me for who I am…I had to laugh at that one. It sounded just like a line from a soap opera or something. I can't believe I thought that. The world is a hard place and people are only looking out for number one. Well, there are some exceptions, but their very rare people. I've only met a few in MY life. Oh well. I can worry about it when we land. I wonder when we'll be landing? Okay…this barrel is okay to sleep in, but it's pretty uncomfortable to just sit and think. I climbed out of it and searched again for a crowbar or something, but again found nothing. Being bored (and a bit nosy), I went and looked in all of the boxes to see their contents. Clothe, fabrics, jewelry, nothing I can use. I went to back to the box with containing the clothes, and tried to pry it open with my hands. No Luck. After dark, I'll look on deck for a crowbar or a hammer or something. Maybe there is something in there I can use up there. I lay in a small pool of sun, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep.
WHAT WAS THAT! I froze, listening for the source of the sound. There it was again! I pushed of the blanket that was covering me, and got up slowly, and looked for the person, or thing, that made the noise. There! It came from a box in the corner that I hadn't noticed before. It was a tall box, about 5 feet tall, with a bunch of holes in the side. I walked carefully, never taking my eyes off of it, avoiding all the boxes scattered about, making my way to the tall box. What do we have here? I peered into one of the various holes. "What are you?" I murmured to the creature in the box. "Hello! Hola!" I jumped, then sighed with relief. It's just a bird. I smiled inquisitively. That box doesn't look too hard to open…I looked around the box, looking for it's weakest spot. There! I smiled. I reached for the two loose nails and pulled as hard as I could. It opened with a small shriek of wood, and then a rather large being flew out and landed on my arm. "Hello! Hola!" the bird said.
"Hola! Como estas la pajaro?" I asked. He cocked his head and whistled. I laughed. Still smiling I pet his head. He cocked his head so that his neck was showing. "Do you want me to scratch there?" He kind of nodded his head and I smiled wider. What kind of bird are you? I've seen some that looked just like you before. I held my hand up to his chest. He climbed on to my hand, and I set him down onto one of the boxes. I looked up to the small window and saw that it was night time. My stomach growled in response. I'm really hungry, but I doubt that Mr. Cook guy is still up. I got ready to go check when I heard the sound of feet on a tin plate. I turned towards the sound and saw the bird eating a plate of food. Now where did that come from? I wondered. Probably from the cook. I hope no one saw him coming down here. I hurried over before the bird ate everything.
"That was good," I said contentedly. "Now to go look for a crowbar." I tucked the bird back into His box, changed the color of my skin, and walked slowly up the steps to the main deck. I looked for the place that would most likely have the tools. There's the closet! I walked as quietly as I could to the closet, and opened it slowly, just to make sure my guesses were right. I'm getting kind of good at this game, I thought smugly. I looked for and found the crowbar I had needed for so long hidden behind a smelly mop. I tried hard not to touch the dirty thing, but was very unsuccessful. YUCK! I thought disgustedly. Nasty little trapeadora! I backed slowly out of the closet and shut the door tightly. I walked to the stairs and went to the lower compartments. I was very tired after this venture, and went to my barrel to fall asleep.
I woke to the sound of a very unhappy bird, chewing on his box. I rubbed my eyes and got out of my barrel more careful this time. I didn't fall this time! Yeah for me! I walked quietly to the box, pulled out the nails, and got out my feathered friend. "What am I going to call you?" I whispered to the bird. He just cocked his head and fluffed his feathers. Well, you're a lot of help." Hmmm…a name should reflect a person's, or in your case, a birds personality. You're very sweet, a little goofy, and little annoying. Hmmm…what name would fit you…"
I started to chew the side of my cheek, thinking of the thousands of names I'd heard other people call their pets. I guess I could call you something in Spanish. But what? I thought back to what I had first called him. "Do you mind if your name is just Pajaro?" I asked him. He did a sort of nod, and I took that for a yes. What I had gone looking last night for suddenly came back to me. I searched around, looking where I had dropped the crowbar. Here it is. Now to get that box open. I searched for the box. As soon as I found it, I stuck the edge of the bar under the lid of the box and pulled the handle of the crowbar down. There was the horrible shriek as the screws came loose from the wood, and the smell of mothballs filled the air. I froze, but the noise from on the main deck never stopped. I sighed and started to search through the clothes. Jeans, those will definitely work, hose, umm…no. Oh, I love this shirt. Hey, I'm a teenager too ya know. This cape will prove to be useful later on…what am I forgetting? Oh yeah, shoes! Hmm…lets see here, sandals, yeah those will work. Tennis shoes, even better. What's this? I laughed. A boa? Where is this box going to anyway? A play on Broadway? Probably so. Here's a bag to carry all of this stuff in. I wonder when we'll get to America?
I packed all of my discoveries back in the bag I found. I closed the lid to the box as best as I could with the crowbar as a hammer. I tried not to make much noise, so I couldn't really put it on as well as it was originally put on. But, hey, I tried. I heard my stomach growling, but there was too much going on up top, so I couldn't sneak a meal. Maybe we're getting ready to land! I hoped so, because I was tired of being cooped up in this place. I'll have to ask my new friend. I thought happily. I was getting bored, just sitting there and watching Pajaro clean his feathers, so I decided to check out a few more boxes. I headed towards where I left the crowbar, and headed to the small box full of jewelry. I slowly opened it, hoping that it wouldn't shriek like the others. "Si!" I exclaimed. I had opened it without a sound. I would have done a victory dance, but I wasn't feeling that insane, so I didn't. Pajaro flew over to sit on my shoulder, he feeling as curious as I was. I picked up the costume jewelry, looking for anything to perk my fancy. Well, well, well, what do we have here? I had found the coolest anklet I had ever seen. It was silver, and had twenty tiny bells hanging from the silver chain. I put it on, just to test how it felt. I turned to Pajaro and asked in a movie star voice, " What do you think? Is it me daaarling?" he whistled and I laughed. " Do you really think so Pajasito?" I did a little twirl and he flew up to my shoulder. I turned my head and kissed his beck. " I'm glad you think so."
I busied myself for the rest of the afternoon with the boxes. I had decided to borrow the anklet for now. I had added a dress, jeans, a shirt, shoes, and an anklet to my bag, and decided that I didn't need anything else. I didn't really think of it as stealing, even though it was. But I figured if the people who owned this stuff knew what I was going through, they would understand. At least I would. But anyway…I had forgotten all about being hungry until it the sun started to go down. I quickly piled all of the stuff in the box I was inspecting, closed the lid and quickly stood up to hide the crowbar. Whoa, bad idea. Shouldn't have done that. I was feeling horribly dizzy and had double vision. I sat down on the box, trying to stop my head from spinning. "Guess I need to eat something, right Pajaro?" I said getting up a little slower. I still felt dizzy, but I had lost the double vision. I heard a sound on the stairs, and quickly changed into my human skin. I hurried and jumped into my barrel, hoping this intruder hadn't seen me. "Child, child where you be? I got food. I no see you this morning. I got worried." Oh, it's just the cook. I sighed. I climbed quickly out of the barrel, and fell flat on my butt. Again. He laughed, and I stuck out my tongue. "There you be," he said between chuckles. " I brought you dinner. Come eat. Is good" I got up and strode over to sit on the box across from him. "I want to ask of you something." He said after I finished my meal.
"What?" I asked.
"What is you name?" I looked surprised, then remembered in our first conversation that I had never mentioned my name. "Oh, that's right. My name is Carmonetta. But you can call me Carmen. What's your name?" I replied.
"I is Andre. You finished?" he answered, pointing to my plate. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, it was really good. Thank you for bringing it to me." I said. He took my plate, and got ready to leave. " Wait!" he turned around and looked at me. "I wanted to ask you what all the commotion up top was about today." He thought for a moment and said, " Oh yes. We is landing in America tomorrow. You is excited, yes?" I grinned "Yeah. More than you can imagine."
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