Author's Note: Hey! It's been awhile. Sorry about that, I've been really busy. This chapter won't be very long though, sorry! The next chapter I promise will be long. Promise! Well, here ya go.
No, I don't own Sailor Moon.
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Whispered Secrets in the Night
Chapter Two:
Darien stood at the helm, his legs splayed against the roll of the ship. Staring off the horizon, his attention on the sea.
Like a beautiful woman, he thought, untamed, passionate, and willful. The notion brought a different image to mind, strangely enough. A sweetly smiling face and thick silver-blonde hair, full red lips, and silver-gray eyes, sligthly tilted up at the corners.
He scowled himself. Not a woman, merely a girl. True she had the body of a woman-tiny waist and high rounded breast, a trim pair of ankles, and he imaged, a tight little derriere. Serean Overton was young, innocent and naive. He was surprised he thought of her at all. Perhaps it was Serena's spirit, for in truth, he admired her-smiling at the memory of her clash with Simon Mar. She was a fiery thing-not yet a woman he reminded himself.
Her image still lingered softly in his mind though, as he stared out into the sea.
The ship rolled sidewasy, rose on a wave, poised there for an instant, then dropped away. Serena's stomach dropped wiht it, truned over, and lurched upward. Trembling she layed back on her makeshift pallet, resting her head against the hull.
"Holy--!" The tall man jerked off his cap and scratched his dark hair. "A stowaway. Haven't seen the like in years. What the bloody hell are you doing down here?"
Serena gronaded again, this time in disgust at herself for not being more careful. She knew the man standing over her. A crewman that came into the tavern-a crewman of the ship, Midnight-Mal Gick.
She turned to look up at him. "How many...how many days have we been at sea?"
The man sucked in his breath. "Why, I know you! You're Miss Serena from the Sterling Tavern."
"How many days?"
"Three days, Miss."
She groaned. It had felt like five.
"Captain Delaine, he's going to be furious when he finds out what you have done."
Serena reachd out and caught the tall man's arm. "Please, Mr. Gick, you can't tell him, not yet at least. In two more days we'll be too far out at sea to go back. I want to go with you to the islands. I have to."
He'd alway felt sorry for her, the way she was treated by her father. Poor thing. What would it hurt if he helped her just this once? Mal glanced around. No one was near. He wondered if she was running from her father. If she was, Mal didn't blame her. And he decided, he would help her as long as he could.
The ship creaked and moaned. It rose on a wave and dropped into a trough, and she heard the unexptected sound of splitting wood. The ship leaned sideways, more wood snapped. One of the ropes that help a stack of boxes in place just a few feet away began to groan, and she looked upward, gasping as the heavy boxes shifted, stretching the line so taunt it started to quiver.
~*~That's all for now. Hope you enjoyed it so far. Sorry it's so short, I've been busy and decided that I'd just post what I had done so at least you had a little bit to read... Thanks for reading this. Take care~
