Well, this definatly won't be a story I will continue. It popped up in my head this morning and forced my brain, which still isn't quite awake, to put this up. This is just an intro. If anyone wants the story, just tell me and it's all yours.  *NEW: Status is now  adopted by Anastazia Silverwind, an amazing fic writer. *

-ladyknight

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When I was 3 or 4 years old, one day I was found lying on the side of a street in a port. I was picked up by a man who took me to work and live as he did.

He was the cook on the Nerissa, a grand ship that left that port for years and years at a time, to trade and gather things by sea from the corners of the world. It really never belonged to one port, just sailed and traded to get more riches for the greedy captain.

All the others on the ship were swashbucklers from every place on the earth. They lived for the sea, as did I. At every place we stopped at, we picked up new men, or old or ones that weren't fit enough dropped out. I was surprised at first by how many clueless young men who wanted to sail the seas came out. Many times I actually knew more than they did, about facts, figures or the tides. Cook taught me all he knew while he was baking, rolling, beating, stirring or frying.

After Cook died, I was expected by the harsh captain to work just as hard as the other men on the ship. I was only 8.

But I did it. I worked hard and lived the life of the men I was brought up around for 6 more years.

Now I am 14 and back in the port where Cook found me. They call it Port Legann, Tortall.

My name is Asherah, meaning "she who walks in the sea." And I'm back. For good.

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So, there it is. I wish Ana luck on the story!!!!!!!

-ladyknight