HI! O_O Sorry it took so long, I Had homework, and I was busy with my other
fics. Thank you for the people who reviewed. Trust me, this story is good!
I'm not bragging on this story (it's not mine anyway. It's MY twist) but
it's really good! This chapter will be much more interesting! Anyone is
reading at this point, thank you a lot!!! And sorry for the long wait, I
had homework and I had to write the other chapters for my other fics. Oh
and thank you, Super Sailor Neptune, and Broxs. The fav part of the book
his when Charlotte whips Jaggery's face! Yeah, she totally kicks but! And I
like the ending too. Also if you have read the book, and think you'll be
kind of upset that which character is which, (heh heh heh…^^) but don't
worry it'll be a good ending. Feel free to e-mail me about the book! Thanks
again!
Ok, on to the next chapter!
CHAPTER TWO
With him leading the way, I stepped finally on The Broken Black Angel. A man was waiting.
He's a pretty tall one, I must say. He had long hair, and it was almost white, and his clothes aren't even that 'sailor' looking.
"Miss Tsukino," Mr. Jadeite intoned by the way if introduction, "both Captain Chiba and the first made are ashore. May I present the second mate, Mr. Malachite."
"Miss Tsukino," he said in an unnecessarily loud voice. "It's my strong opinion you should take another ship to America."
"And I," Mr. Jadeite cut in before I could respond, "could allow no such thing!"
This was hardly a welcome I had expected.
"But Mr. Jadeite, I'm sure my father would not want me to be traveling without-"
Mr. Jadeite silenced my objections with his upraised hand. "My instructions were clear and allow for no other construction. I met you. I brought you here. I placed you under protection of this man. Therefore, miss," he rushed on, "nothing remains save to wish you a most pleasant voyage to America."
Putting actions to his words, he tipped his hat, and before I could utter a syllable he strode down the gangplank toward the shore. I was never to see him again.
A slight shuffling sound made me turn around. Beneath the lantern on the forecastle deck I saw a few miserable sailors hunched in weird postures. Mr. Jadeite was right…I saw 3 woman, though they looked a bit dirty. They would look prettier if they would just take a bath, but they would still look a bit hostile.
All the sailors threw mean looks at me when they heard everything.
I felt a touch at my elbow. I turned around to see the second mate.
"Begging your pardon Miss Tsukino," he said in his awkward way. "There's nothing to be done now, is there? I'd best show your cabin."
At that point I remembered my trunk and clothing, as if that collection of outward fashion. And since it was there, so should I be.
"My trunk..." I murmured, making a half turn towards the dock.
"No need to worry, miss. We'll fetch it for you." Mr. Malachite said.
What should I do? All my life I had been trained to obey, educated to accept. I could hardly change in a moment.
"Please lead me." I mumbled.
"Very good, miss," he said, leading me across the deck and down a short flight of steps.
I found my self in a narrow, dark passageway with a low ceiling. There was a small table attached to the center of the flooring. No chairs.
"This way," I heard Mr. Malachite say again. He opened the door to my left. "Your cabin, miss. The one contracted for." A gesture invited me to enter.
I gasped and my eyes widened. The 'cabin' was but in six feet in length, four feet wide. Four and a half feet high. I, none too tall, could only stoop to step in.
I saw something crawl over my 'bed'.
"What's that?" I cried.
"Roach, miss. Every ship has 'em.
I turned around in a panic, but atlas, he was gone. How long I had been standing there I don't know, until another knock came on my door. Startled, I gasped, "Come in."
The door opened and yet, another tall man came in. He had a kind of a dark blonde hair, but his clothes…it was unacceptable. But since he was a sailor, I wouldn't be surprised. It was very dirty and tattered. But his face was a bit cute.
"Yes?" I managed to say.
"Miss, your trunk is here."
I looked over him, and noticed a bulky shaped object. It would be absurd to try to fit that in here.
The sailor understood. "She's too big, isn't she?" He said.
"I think so." I stammered.
"Best to put it on top cargo," He offered. "Right below. You can always fetch things there, miss."
"Yes, top cargo," I agreed.
"Very good, miss," The man said. Then He just stood there.
"Yes?" I asked miserably.
"Begging your pardon miss. Andrew's the name and though it's not my business or place to tell you, miss, some of the sailors here like myself, have deputize me to say that you shouldn't be on this ship. Not on this voyage."
"What do you mean?"
"You being here will lead to no good, miss. You'd better be far from the B.B.A."
Though with my all agreeing with him, it was wrong for a man with such low station to presume me advice for ANYTHING. "Mr. Andrew. (Remember, Japanese last names go first! ^^ ;)," I said very stiffly. "It's my father who arranged it all."
"That's alright, miss. I have done my job." With that, he scurried off, shutting the door behind him.
I wanted to run after him and shout, "Yes, for God's sake, get me off!" But there was nothing in me that would allow that behavior.
I was exhausted and desired greatly to sit down. But there was no place to sit, but to lie down.
Thinking to myself of what to do, I was standing there, upset and angry. Yet ANOTHER knock came.
A man stepped in about me age. Even though he might have been the youngest of the man sailors, he looked the most tired. He had a long ponytail… (MUAHAHAH! If you're smart enough, you know exactly what I'm talking about) and it was dark. His skin was white but was dirty of too much work on the ship. His clothes were just like Andrew's too, but maybe a bit dirtier. If he was clean, he would look REALLY handsome…
"Yes…?"
"At your service, Tsukino Usagi." The young man, who was my age I think, spoke with a surprisingly sweet voice. "And wondering if you might not like a bit of tea. I have my own special store, and I'm prepared to offer some."
That was the last thing I was expecting to hear. "That's very kind of you." I stammered in surprise. "Could you bring it here?"
He shook his head gently. "If Miss Tsukino desires tea-captain's orders-she must come to the galley."
"Galley?"
"Kitchen to you, miss."
"Who are you?" I demanded faintly.
"Kou Seiya," he returned. (MUAHHAHAHAH! I AM THE EVILLEST PERSON IN THE WORLD!! MUHAHAH! SUFFER, SEIYA!!!!!!!!!!! Ok ok…sorry bout that. Don't worry peoples, he won't be old and stuff…unless if I'm in a bad mood. *evil grin* Oh kill me) "Cook, surgeon, carpenter, and preacher to man and ship, though Makoto does the cooking too. Now shall we have some tea?" He led me through a passage, and we soon reached the galley.
From the light of his flickering lantern I could see it was a small kitchen complete with cabinets, wood stove, even a table with a little stool. The space, though small, had considerable neatness, with utensils set in special niches and corners.
Seiya went right to a pot on the stove, which in it the water was already boiling.
He pulled a cup from the niche, filled it with fragrant tea, and offered it. At the same, he gestured toward me to a chair.
Nothing, however, could have compelled me to enter further. Though stiff and weary I preferred to stand where I was. As I drank, Seiya looked at me. "It may well be," He said softly, "that Miss Tsukino would have a use for a friend."
Finding the suggestion-from him-unpleasant, I chose to ignore it.
"I can assure you," He said with a slight smile, "That I can be a good friend."
"And I can assure you," I returned, "That the captain will have made arrangements for my social needs." (Oooh, harsh!)
"Ah, but we have much in common."
"I don't think so."
"But we do. Here Miss Doyle is a proper and clean lady, while I do most of the dirty, hard work on the ship. You are on the uppermost class, and I'm just a Sailor. In short, we begin with two things in common, enough to begin a friendship."
I looked elsewhere. "I don't need a friend."
"One always needs a final friend…"
"Final Friend??"
"Someone to sew the hammock…one always works too hard."
"I do not understand you."
"When a sailor dies on a voyage, miss, he goes to his resting place in the sea, with the hammock about him, sewn by a friend," he said.
I swallowed my tea hastily, handed the cup to him, and made a move to go.
"Usagi, please." He said, taking the cup but holding me with his eyes. "I have something else to offer."
"No more tea, thank you."
"No, miss, it is this." He held out a knife.
With a scream, I jumped back.
"No, no! Miss Tsukino, don't misunderstand. I only wish to give you the knife from protection-in case you need it." He placed the knife in a wooden sheath on the blade and held it out.
The knife, I think, was called a dirk. Horrified, I only shook my head.
"Miss, you don't know what might happen," He urged, as though suggesting it might rain on a picnic and he was offering a head covering.
"I know nothing of knifes," I whispered.
"A ship sails with any wind she finds," He whispered back. "Take it, Usagi. Place it where it may be reached."
I hesitantly took it, and he looked relieved with a smile. "Yes," he said, patting my fingers, "Now you may return to your cabin. Do you remember the way?"
I shook my head, and he led me. Seiya left me at my door, and I soon stowed the dirk under my mattress. Then I heard some voices far away, but close enough to hear them.
"The only one I could get to home, sir, is the Tsukino girl. And with *them* looking on, I had to put on a bit of a show about wanting to keep her off."
"Quite alright, Mr. Malachite. If there has to be the only one, she's the trump. With her as witness, they'll dare not move. I'm satisfied."
"Thank you, sir."
The voices trailed away.
For I while, I tried to make out what I heard, but gave it up as incomprehensible.
At last I slept-only to have the ship's dreams become my own.
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BWHAHAHAH! I'm soooooooooooo evil!!! Kay, wait till next chapter! It may be a long time again though. My class is almost done with the book, so as we move on to the next one, I just have to run to the store and buy the book myself. OK, see ya! Hoped you liked it!
Ok, on to the next chapter!
CHAPTER TWO
With him leading the way, I stepped finally on The Broken Black Angel. A man was waiting.
He's a pretty tall one, I must say. He had long hair, and it was almost white, and his clothes aren't even that 'sailor' looking.
"Miss Tsukino," Mr. Jadeite intoned by the way if introduction, "both Captain Chiba and the first made are ashore. May I present the second mate, Mr. Malachite."
"Miss Tsukino," he said in an unnecessarily loud voice. "It's my strong opinion you should take another ship to America."
"And I," Mr. Jadeite cut in before I could respond, "could allow no such thing!"
This was hardly a welcome I had expected.
"But Mr. Jadeite, I'm sure my father would not want me to be traveling without-"
Mr. Jadeite silenced my objections with his upraised hand. "My instructions were clear and allow for no other construction. I met you. I brought you here. I placed you under protection of this man. Therefore, miss," he rushed on, "nothing remains save to wish you a most pleasant voyage to America."
Putting actions to his words, he tipped his hat, and before I could utter a syllable he strode down the gangplank toward the shore. I was never to see him again.
A slight shuffling sound made me turn around. Beneath the lantern on the forecastle deck I saw a few miserable sailors hunched in weird postures. Mr. Jadeite was right…I saw 3 woman, though they looked a bit dirty. They would look prettier if they would just take a bath, but they would still look a bit hostile.
All the sailors threw mean looks at me when they heard everything.
I felt a touch at my elbow. I turned around to see the second mate.
"Begging your pardon Miss Tsukino," he said in his awkward way. "There's nothing to be done now, is there? I'd best show your cabin."
At that point I remembered my trunk and clothing, as if that collection of outward fashion. And since it was there, so should I be.
"My trunk..." I murmured, making a half turn towards the dock.
"No need to worry, miss. We'll fetch it for you." Mr. Malachite said.
What should I do? All my life I had been trained to obey, educated to accept. I could hardly change in a moment.
"Please lead me." I mumbled.
"Very good, miss," he said, leading me across the deck and down a short flight of steps.
I found my self in a narrow, dark passageway with a low ceiling. There was a small table attached to the center of the flooring. No chairs.
"This way," I heard Mr. Malachite say again. He opened the door to my left. "Your cabin, miss. The one contracted for." A gesture invited me to enter.
I gasped and my eyes widened. The 'cabin' was but in six feet in length, four feet wide. Four and a half feet high. I, none too tall, could only stoop to step in.
I saw something crawl over my 'bed'.
"What's that?" I cried.
"Roach, miss. Every ship has 'em.
I turned around in a panic, but atlas, he was gone. How long I had been standing there I don't know, until another knock came on my door. Startled, I gasped, "Come in."
The door opened and yet, another tall man came in. He had a kind of a dark blonde hair, but his clothes…it was unacceptable. But since he was a sailor, I wouldn't be surprised. It was very dirty and tattered. But his face was a bit cute.
"Yes?" I managed to say.
"Miss, your trunk is here."
I looked over him, and noticed a bulky shaped object. It would be absurd to try to fit that in here.
The sailor understood. "She's too big, isn't she?" He said.
"I think so." I stammered.
"Best to put it on top cargo," He offered. "Right below. You can always fetch things there, miss."
"Yes, top cargo," I agreed.
"Very good, miss," The man said. Then He just stood there.
"Yes?" I asked miserably.
"Begging your pardon miss. Andrew's the name and though it's not my business or place to tell you, miss, some of the sailors here like myself, have deputize me to say that you shouldn't be on this ship. Not on this voyage."
"What do you mean?"
"You being here will lead to no good, miss. You'd better be far from the B.B.A."
Though with my all agreeing with him, it was wrong for a man with such low station to presume me advice for ANYTHING. "Mr. Andrew. (Remember, Japanese last names go first! ^^ ;)," I said very stiffly. "It's my father who arranged it all."
"That's alright, miss. I have done my job." With that, he scurried off, shutting the door behind him.
I wanted to run after him and shout, "Yes, for God's sake, get me off!" But there was nothing in me that would allow that behavior.
I was exhausted and desired greatly to sit down. But there was no place to sit, but to lie down.
Thinking to myself of what to do, I was standing there, upset and angry. Yet ANOTHER knock came.
A man stepped in about me age. Even though he might have been the youngest of the man sailors, he looked the most tired. He had a long ponytail… (MUAHAHAH! If you're smart enough, you know exactly what I'm talking about) and it was dark. His skin was white but was dirty of too much work on the ship. His clothes were just like Andrew's too, but maybe a bit dirtier. If he was clean, he would look REALLY handsome…
"Yes…?"
"At your service, Tsukino Usagi." The young man, who was my age I think, spoke with a surprisingly sweet voice. "And wondering if you might not like a bit of tea. I have my own special store, and I'm prepared to offer some."
That was the last thing I was expecting to hear. "That's very kind of you." I stammered in surprise. "Could you bring it here?"
He shook his head gently. "If Miss Tsukino desires tea-captain's orders-she must come to the galley."
"Galley?"
"Kitchen to you, miss."
"Who are you?" I demanded faintly.
"Kou Seiya," he returned. (MUAHHAHAHAH! I AM THE EVILLEST PERSON IN THE WORLD!! MUHAHAH! SUFFER, SEIYA!!!!!!!!!!! Ok ok…sorry bout that. Don't worry peoples, he won't be old and stuff…unless if I'm in a bad mood. *evil grin* Oh kill me) "Cook, surgeon, carpenter, and preacher to man and ship, though Makoto does the cooking too. Now shall we have some tea?" He led me through a passage, and we soon reached the galley.
From the light of his flickering lantern I could see it was a small kitchen complete with cabinets, wood stove, even a table with a little stool. The space, though small, had considerable neatness, with utensils set in special niches and corners.
Seiya went right to a pot on the stove, which in it the water was already boiling.
He pulled a cup from the niche, filled it with fragrant tea, and offered it. At the same, he gestured toward me to a chair.
Nothing, however, could have compelled me to enter further. Though stiff and weary I preferred to stand where I was. As I drank, Seiya looked at me. "It may well be," He said softly, "that Miss Tsukino would have a use for a friend."
Finding the suggestion-from him-unpleasant, I chose to ignore it.
"I can assure you," He said with a slight smile, "That I can be a good friend."
"And I can assure you," I returned, "That the captain will have made arrangements for my social needs." (Oooh, harsh!)
"Ah, but we have much in common."
"I don't think so."
"But we do. Here Miss Doyle is a proper and clean lady, while I do most of the dirty, hard work on the ship. You are on the uppermost class, and I'm just a Sailor. In short, we begin with two things in common, enough to begin a friendship."
I looked elsewhere. "I don't need a friend."
"One always needs a final friend…"
"Final Friend??"
"Someone to sew the hammock…one always works too hard."
"I do not understand you."
"When a sailor dies on a voyage, miss, he goes to his resting place in the sea, with the hammock about him, sewn by a friend," he said.
I swallowed my tea hastily, handed the cup to him, and made a move to go.
"Usagi, please." He said, taking the cup but holding me with his eyes. "I have something else to offer."
"No more tea, thank you."
"No, miss, it is this." He held out a knife.
With a scream, I jumped back.
"No, no! Miss Tsukino, don't misunderstand. I only wish to give you the knife from protection-in case you need it." He placed the knife in a wooden sheath on the blade and held it out.
The knife, I think, was called a dirk. Horrified, I only shook my head.
"Miss, you don't know what might happen," He urged, as though suggesting it might rain on a picnic and he was offering a head covering.
"I know nothing of knifes," I whispered.
"A ship sails with any wind she finds," He whispered back. "Take it, Usagi. Place it where it may be reached."
I hesitantly took it, and he looked relieved with a smile. "Yes," he said, patting my fingers, "Now you may return to your cabin. Do you remember the way?"
I shook my head, and he led me. Seiya left me at my door, and I soon stowed the dirk under my mattress. Then I heard some voices far away, but close enough to hear them.
"The only one I could get to home, sir, is the Tsukino girl. And with *them* looking on, I had to put on a bit of a show about wanting to keep her off."
"Quite alright, Mr. Malachite. If there has to be the only one, she's the trump. With her as witness, they'll dare not move. I'm satisfied."
"Thank you, sir."
The voices trailed away.
For I while, I tried to make out what I heard, but gave it up as incomprehensible.
At last I slept-only to have the ship's dreams become my own.
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BWHAHAHAH! I'm soooooooooooo evil!!! Kay, wait till next chapter! It may be a long time again though. My class is almost done with the book, so as we move on to the next one, I just have to run to the store and buy the book myself. OK, see ya! Hoped you liked it!