Disclaimer: I don't own anything. But I WANT to.
Pairing: 1x3
Author's Note: Wow, I'm on a roll people! Three chapters in two days! Go me! Anyway, thank-you Shadow Goddess (that is the right name, right?) you would think that me, being part pirate and all, would know that. Oh well, it will be changed now. Oh well though. Glad you all like my fic. Now... Onto the fic!
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Chapter Three
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Trowa groaned as he lifted the rag out of the pail and began to scrub the corridor again. There was a woman next to him that had worked with Catherine, and if he remembered correctly, shared a tent with her. He couldn't remember her name but she was nice enough. Her pale blonde hair pied with a limp piece of rope hung over her shoulder, touching the wood floor they were working on.
"Are you two done yet?" The woman from the prison room was back. He now knew that her name was Loryna, or at least that's what she went by. She supervised them for a moment or two more before sighing and turning on her heel, storming to the stairs leading to the deck. "The captain will be down shortly to see to ya two," she muttered.
Trowa winced. He hadn't met the captain personally yet but one of the other prisoners had. He had left raging and come back quieter than a beach mouse. That wasn't exactly good in Trowa's books. He and the woman began to clean faster and harder than before but the captain still came before they'd finished.
Both workers looked up at the muddy brown-black leather boots on the stair above their heads. Faded black trousers turned grey-black from the sea and sun, a partly open faded blue shirt and long chestnut hair tied back in a plait were the first things they saw. The next was the friendly face trying to look stern and the big, laughing violet-blue eyes looking down at them.
"You two the workers that are causing problems?" the captain asked.
"We aren't making any trouble Sir," the woman stated calmly. She stood and dropped the rag into the dirty pail, staring at the captain with a frosted look.
He smirked. "Sure you aren't honey," he said. He looked at them both. "What's yer names?"
"Solei," the woman replied.
"Trowa," Trowa said. He stood as well, eyeing the captain uncertainly.
"That's great and everything," the captain said. "Me name is Captain Duo Maxwell," the captain stated. "Now. Solei is it? It is, oh good. Now, why don't you come with me and we can find yer next job fer you. Trowa is it? It is, good. See, I'm good with names. Anyway, Trowa, finish up down here and then find Loryna fer yer next job. Solei, follow me." Captain Maxwell turned on his heel, and started up the stairs. Solei looked at Trowa and gave a half-shrug before following the captain.
Trowa sighed, returning to work. He'd heard of pirate's that enslaved people, but supposedly, the pirate that sailed around Port Silver and the other islands and mainland, wasn't big on slavery. In fact, he'd heard that, that captain would rather leave SURVIVORS than enslave people. Or maybe it was, kill them. Either way it made no difference. This obviously wasn't the same captain.
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Heero shook his head as he sat down to his breakfast. He was seated in his study, one hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword, the other reached forward and took a piece of bacon. He turned the greasy meat between his fingers and snorted in disgust. Who could eat? Who needed to eat?
Human kind he was told.did.
He took a loaf of crusting bread and broke a piece off, chewing it thoughtfully. His ship would probably meet there's before long. A day at the most. He would kill the captain. He had to.
"Captain?" Heero growled, swiveling around and looking at the doorway. The woman from the previous night was standing there. Her frame silhouetted against the far wall by candles.
"What is it now Anna?" he asked in exasperation. Maybe the old legends were right: Bringing a woman aboard was bad luck. He glared at her and she took half-a-step back in uncertainty.
"Sir. We're aproaching the Death Bringer. I thought you'd..." she trailed off as he bushed past her, heading up deck, donning his coat as he did so.
The wind off the ocean was cold, even for autumn this year and his breath came in soft puffs of silver smoke. "Get ready to fire!" Heero ordered as he made out the other ship approaching. The crew bustled around and Heero shouted orders.
There was a lolud bang and smoke filled the air along with the distinct smell that followed cannon fire. "Lower the oars! Prepare to board!" Heero yelled as the Death Bringer fired back at them. "God be with us all..." he murmured under his breath.
Pairing: 1x3
Author's Note: Wow, I'm on a roll people! Three chapters in two days! Go me! Anyway, thank-you Shadow Goddess (that is the right name, right?) you would think that me, being part pirate and all, would know that. Oh well, it will be changed now. Oh well though. Glad you all like my fic. Now... Onto the fic!
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Chapter Three
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Trowa groaned as he lifted the rag out of the pail and began to scrub the corridor again. There was a woman next to him that had worked with Catherine, and if he remembered correctly, shared a tent with her. He couldn't remember her name but she was nice enough. Her pale blonde hair pied with a limp piece of rope hung over her shoulder, touching the wood floor they were working on.
"Are you two done yet?" The woman from the prison room was back. He now knew that her name was Loryna, or at least that's what she went by. She supervised them for a moment or two more before sighing and turning on her heel, storming to the stairs leading to the deck. "The captain will be down shortly to see to ya two," she muttered.
Trowa winced. He hadn't met the captain personally yet but one of the other prisoners had. He had left raging and come back quieter than a beach mouse. That wasn't exactly good in Trowa's books. He and the woman began to clean faster and harder than before but the captain still came before they'd finished.
Both workers looked up at the muddy brown-black leather boots on the stair above their heads. Faded black trousers turned grey-black from the sea and sun, a partly open faded blue shirt and long chestnut hair tied back in a plait were the first things they saw. The next was the friendly face trying to look stern and the big, laughing violet-blue eyes looking down at them.
"You two the workers that are causing problems?" the captain asked.
"We aren't making any trouble Sir," the woman stated calmly. She stood and dropped the rag into the dirty pail, staring at the captain with a frosted look.
He smirked. "Sure you aren't honey," he said. He looked at them both. "What's yer names?"
"Solei," the woman replied.
"Trowa," Trowa said. He stood as well, eyeing the captain uncertainly.
"That's great and everything," the captain said. "Me name is Captain Duo Maxwell," the captain stated. "Now. Solei is it? It is, oh good. Now, why don't you come with me and we can find yer next job fer you. Trowa is it? It is, good. See, I'm good with names. Anyway, Trowa, finish up down here and then find Loryna fer yer next job. Solei, follow me." Captain Maxwell turned on his heel, and started up the stairs. Solei looked at Trowa and gave a half-shrug before following the captain.
Trowa sighed, returning to work. He'd heard of pirate's that enslaved people, but supposedly, the pirate that sailed around Port Silver and the other islands and mainland, wasn't big on slavery. In fact, he'd heard that, that captain would rather leave SURVIVORS than enslave people. Or maybe it was, kill them. Either way it made no difference. This obviously wasn't the same captain.
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Heero shook his head as he sat down to his breakfast. He was seated in his study, one hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword, the other reached forward and took a piece of bacon. He turned the greasy meat between his fingers and snorted in disgust. Who could eat? Who needed to eat?
Human kind he was told.did.
He took a loaf of crusting bread and broke a piece off, chewing it thoughtfully. His ship would probably meet there's before long. A day at the most. He would kill the captain. He had to.
"Captain?" Heero growled, swiveling around and looking at the doorway. The woman from the previous night was standing there. Her frame silhouetted against the far wall by candles.
"What is it now Anna?" he asked in exasperation. Maybe the old legends were right: Bringing a woman aboard was bad luck. He glared at her and she took half-a-step back in uncertainty.
"Sir. We're aproaching the Death Bringer. I thought you'd..." she trailed off as he bushed past her, heading up deck, donning his coat as he did so.
The wind off the ocean was cold, even for autumn this year and his breath came in soft puffs of silver smoke. "Get ready to fire!" Heero ordered as he made out the other ship approaching. The crew bustled around and Heero shouted orders.
There was a lolud bang and smoke filled the air along with the distinct smell that followed cannon fire. "Lower the oars! Prepare to board!" Heero yelled as the Death Bringer fired back at them. "God be with us all..." he murmured under his breath.