Authors Note: I'm saying this in advance, my updates might be a bit late sometimes, cuz even an author has stuff to do. I'll try though, so bear with me.
A Pirates Tale
By Seig Terajima
Chapter 2: Uneasy Meetings
Sora soon discovered that the second island was easily larger than his first glance at it from space, and soon after this breakthrough he promptly hit himself in the head for pointing out the obvious. After clearing the rows of cozy little houses, he soon came upon what was a little square that closely resembled an outdoor market, with people bustling around while there was still daylight left.
Pushing his way in to the crowd, it was actually pretty easy to blend in with the crowd. Heh, and Ansem said this was a bad place to pi-
WHAM! Sora ran headlong in to someone else who wasn't paying attention.
"HEY!" He shouted, wheeling to the person. "Why don't you watch where...uh..."
Sora was instantly struck dumbfounded when he turned the culprit who hit him. She straitened herself up and turned to him. Brushing a few stray strands of deep red hair out of her eyes, she smiled at him.
"Sorry, I didn't watch where I was going." She apologized, and started looking him up and down in mid-sentence.
"You're uh...not from around here, are you?" She asked, glancing nervously down at his sword. Sora quickly regained his composure.
"No, I'm not."
Her bright blue eyes lit up in an instant.
"Oh! So you're from another world! That's so cool!" She thrust out her hand. "I'm Kairi Denison."
Sora hesitantly took her hand. Normally, instinct would mandate that he just walked away...but there was something about her that was likeable. And she certainly wasn't a pirate. Then, something about her name ticked in the back of his head.
"Denison? As in, related to the Ambassador of the Galactic Senate?"
Kairi sadly shook her head.
"Yeah, he's my dad. And because dead old daddy is trying to pass that stupid tax law, everybody knows him." She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. "It's because of those stupid pirates, they keep on robbing ships. I just wish they'd leave everybody alone, don't you?"
Sora sweatdropped. "Uh...I've never had a problem with pirates." He said evasively. This conversation was becoming more and more uncomfortable.
"Well, you're lucky."
Apparently, at that moment, Kairi decided that standing in the middle of a busy market wasn't the best place to talk, so she grabbed Sora's wrist sand started dragging him away from the crowd.
"Wha-? Where the hell are we going?" He asked. Kairi called from over her shoulder.
"Someplace where we can talk!"
Sora sighed, and deeply pondered what he was getting into, while succeeding in running in to another person as he went.
The 'someplace where we can talk' turned out to be a small tavern entitled the Sleepy Moogle. Kairi apparently knew her way around the cozy little joint, because she immediately sat down at a table next to the window. Sora, very unsure of what to do (he wasn't exactly used to social interaction with other people than his crew) took a seat across from her. A slightly plump woman approached the pair. She smiled down at Kairi.
"Well deary...does your father know you're out here?" She asked. Kairi grinned slyly.
"Daddy's out of town. And what daddy doesn't know won't hurt him."
The lady clucked her tongue disapprovingly, and then looked down at Sora in surprise.
"And who is this?" She asked, surveying his appearance. Sora, not particularly wanting to say his real name, kept his mouth shut. Luckily, Kairi covered him.
"He's a friend from high school. We're just here to get out of the storm."
"Storm?" Sora asked, looking out the glass pane next to him, only to find large black clouds of the said impending storm moving dangerously over the water. He had been so interested in the people and things that he didn't even look. This place was so different from the things he had been used to. It was so...normal. It was cozy, it wasn't crowded, dirty...or metal, for that matter. Those were the conditions he was raised in, and he was used to them. Rose by pirates, raised to be a pirate. He wasn't meant for places like this. Well, at one point, he might have been...but that was a long time ago. He couldn't even remember anything from then. But still...maybe if things had been different...maybe if- NO. What's done is done and it couldn't have been done any other way. You're a pirate, and you always will be. The voice of reason told him. He was secretly glad that Kairi was still talking to that woman, and she couldn't see his little inner turmoil.
But what if? The questioning voice asked. What if you could've had a normal life...you would have liked that, right?
But it DIDN'T turn out like that, did it? No, you were raised by pirates, and you're a pirate.
But you'd prefer a normal life...right?
That's not the point.
Since when did Sora's head become the debating room?
"What about you?" Kairi asked, snapping Sora out of his self- argument.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Do you want anything to eat?"
"Oh, no."
The lady gave Sora an odd look, and walked away, making a note on her little pad.
"You're lucky I covered for you." Kairi said lightly, leaning back in her seat. "You never told me what you name was, anyways." Sora knew this question was going to come up. Should her tell her the truth? She's the ambassador's daughter, of course not. But Sora, rarely going with the voice of common sense anyways, decided to not break tradition. She could be trusted...after all, who could she tell?
"The names Sora, cap-"He quickly cut himself off from announcing his full title. Kairi apparently didn't notice his little fumble.
"So, Sora...what brings you to this desolate little corner of the universe?"
"Um...delivery on the ship I work on." He lied. Kairi leaned forward towards him.
"You work on a delivery ship? Isn't that, like, a full-time job?" She asked, her eyes widening in disbelief. Sora nodded nonchalantly.
"Wow...but don't you go to school?" She questioned, and Sora again shook his head. Kairi gave a low whistle.
"You really ARE lucky." She said, staring out the window into the growing storm clouds. "I'd give anything to be you right now." Sora snorted, and allowed a very rare smile.
"Trust me, you don't." He said, and Kairi gave him a quizzical look.
"Why not? It must be great, moving from place to place, not being tied down by anything." She said dreamily.
"It's not all it's cracked up to be. Space travel isn't that great, and you've got pirates flying around everywhere." He added for emphasis. It would be better not to tell her what he really was.
"Is that why you've got a sword?" Kairi pointed to his belt, with his scabbard dangling off the edge. Sora glanced down at his weapon, then back up at her.
"Yeah. Standard issue."
The rest of the conversation proceeded with Kairi asking a lot of questions in between wolfing down a hamburger and French fries, and Sora making up answers and talking as little as he had to. Sora mentally smacked himself repeatedly for spending time talking to some girl than getting back to the ship and leaving as soon as possible. Sora turned his head towards the wall clock. It read 10:34.
"Listen, Kairi," He said, breaking her off. "I have to get back to my ship."
He stood up, but as he did, a piercing scream came from outside, closely followed by rough laughter and a few gun shots. In a flash, Sora drew his blade, and ran for the door.
"Sora?" Kairi called from her seat. "What's wrong?"
"Stay put!" He hollered over his shoulder. Please don't let that be them, please don't let that be them... Shoving past other curious diners, Sora nearly kicked down the door to the pub, sword raised.
"Captain!" A harsh voice called from the chaos in front of the 17-year olds eyes. "You're just in time for the party!"
Authors Note: Boy, I felt strained on this one, I guess that's what
happens when you go on vacation and come back.
Two reviews, sweet! Thanks guys! I promise I'll have chappie 3 up in a
bit. Until then, be patient.
Charon-'o-the-Depths: There'll be more log writing, I promise. Log
writing and action. Ah, it doesn't get any better than that.
Gabriele11: This is the first time I've ever been threatened to
update. Don't hurt me, I bruise like a peach.
A Pirates Tale
By Seig Terajima
Chapter 2: Uneasy Meetings
Sora soon discovered that the second island was easily larger than his first glance at it from space, and soon after this breakthrough he promptly hit himself in the head for pointing out the obvious. After clearing the rows of cozy little houses, he soon came upon what was a little square that closely resembled an outdoor market, with people bustling around while there was still daylight left.
Pushing his way in to the crowd, it was actually pretty easy to blend in with the crowd. Heh, and Ansem said this was a bad place to pi-
WHAM! Sora ran headlong in to someone else who wasn't paying attention.
"HEY!" He shouted, wheeling to the person. "Why don't you watch where...uh..."
Sora was instantly struck dumbfounded when he turned the culprit who hit him. She straitened herself up and turned to him. Brushing a few stray strands of deep red hair out of her eyes, she smiled at him.
"Sorry, I didn't watch where I was going." She apologized, and started looking him up and down in mid-sentence.
"You're uh...not from around here, are you?" She asked, glancing nervously down at his sword. Sora quickly regained his composure.
"No, I'm not."
Her bright blue eyes lit up in an instant.
"Oh! So you're from another world! That's so cool!" She thrust out her hand. "I'm Kairi Denison."
Sora hesitantly took her hand. Normally, instinct would mandate that he just walked away...but there was something about her that was likeable. And she certainly wasn't a pirate. Then, something about her name ticked in the back of his head.
"Denison? As in, related to the Ambassador of the Galactic Senate?"
Kairi sadly shook her head.
"Yeah, he's my dad. And because dead old daddy is trying to pass that stupid tax law, everybody knows him." She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. "It's because of those stupid pirates, they keep on robbing ships. I just wish they'd leave everybody alone, don't you?"
Sora sweatdropped. "Uh...I've never had a problem with pirates." He said evasively. This conversation was becoming more and more uncomfortable.
"Well, you're lucky."
Apparently, at that moment, Kairi decided that standing in the middle of a busy market wasn't the best place to talk, so she grabbed Sora's wrist sand started dragging him away from the crowd.
"Wha-? Where the hell are we going?" He asked. Kairi called from over her shoulder.
"Someplace where we can talk!"
Sora sighed, and deeply pondered what he was getting into, while succeeding in running in to another person as he went.
The 'someplace where we can talk' turned out to be a small tavern entitled the Sleepy Moogle. Kairi apparently knew her way around the cozy little joint, because she immediately sat down at a table next to the window. Sora, very unsure of what to do (he wasn't exactly used to social interaction with other people than his crew) took a seat across from her. A slightly plump woman approached the pair. She smiled down at Kairi.
"Well deary...does your father know you're out here?" She asked. Kairi grinned slyly.
"Daddy's out of town. And what daddy doesn't know won't hurt him."
The lady clucked her tongue disapprovingly, and then looked down at Sora in surprise.
"And who is this?" She asked, surveying his appearance. Sora, not particularly wanting to say his real name, kept his mouth shut. Luckily, Kairi covered him.
"He's a friend from high school. We're just here to get out of the storm."
"Storm?" Sora asked, looking out the glass pane next to him, only to find large black clouds of the said impending storm moving dangerously over the water. He had been so interested in the people and things that he didn't even look. This place was so different from the things he had been used to. It was so...normal. It was cozy, it wasn't crowded, dirty...or metal, for that matter. Those were the conditions he was raised in, and he was used to them. Rose by pirates, raised to be a pirate. He wasn't meant for places like this. Well, at one point, he might have been...but that was a long time ago. He couldn't even remember anything from then. But still...maybe if things had been different...maybe if- NO. What's done is done and it couldn't have been done any other way. You're a pirate, and you always will be. The voice of reason told him. He was secretly glad that Kairi was still talking to that woman, and she couldn't see his little inner turmoil.
But what if? The questioning voice asked. What if you could've had a normal life...you would have liked that, right?
But it DIDN'T turn out like that, did it? No, you were raised by pirates, and you're a pirate.
But you'd prefer a normal life...right?
That's not the point.
Since when did Sora's head become the debating room?
"What about you?" Kairi asked, snapping Sora out of his self- argument.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Do you want anything to eat?"
"Oh, no."
The lady gave Sora an odd look, and walked away, making a note on her little pad.
"You're lucky I covered for you." Kairi said lightly, leaning back in her seat. "You never told me what you name was, anyways." Sora knew this question was going to come up. Should her tell her the truth? She's the ambassador's daughter, of course not. But Sora, rarely going with the voice of common sense anyways, decided to not break tradition. She could be trusted...after all, who could she tell?
"The names Sora, cap-"He quickly cut himself off from announcing his full title. Kairi apparently didn't notice his little fumble.
"So, Sora...what brings you to this desolate little corner of the universe?"
"Um...delivery on the ship I work on." He lied. Kairi leaned forward towards him.
"You work on a delivery ship? Isn't that, like, a full-time job?" She asked, her eyes widening in disbelief. Sora nodded nonchalantly.
"Wow...but don't you go to school?" She questioned, and Sora again shook his head. Kairi gave a low whistle.
"You really ARE lucky." She said, staring out the window into the growing storm clouds. "I'd give anything to be you right now." Sora snorted, and allowed a very rare smile.
"Trust me, you don't." He said, and Kairi gave him a quizzical look.
"Why not? It must be great, moving from place to place, not being tied down by anything." She said dreamily.
"It's not all it's cracked up to be. Space travel isn't that great, and you've got pirates flying around everywhere." He added for emphasis. It would be better not to tell her what he really was.
"Is that why you've got a sword?" Kairi pointed to his belt, with his scabbard dangling off the edge. Sora glanced down at his weapon, then back up at her.
"Yeah. Standard issue."
The rest of the conversation proceeded with Kairi asking a lot of questions in between wolfing down a hamburger and French fries, and Sora making up answers and talking as little as he had to. Sora mentally smacked himself repeatedly for spending time talking to some girl than getting back to the ship and leaving as soon as possible. Sora turned his head towards the wall clock. It read 10:34.
"Listen, Kairi," He said, breaking her off. "I have to get back to my ship."
He stood up, but as he did, a piercing scream came from outside, closely followed by rough laughter and a few gun shots. In a flash, Sora drew his blade, and ran for the door.
"Sora?" Kairi called from her seat. "What's wrong?"
"Stay put!" He hollered over his shoulder. Please don't let that be them, please don't let that be them... Shoving past other curious diners, Sora nearly kicked down the door to the pub, sword raised.
"Captain!" A harsh voice called from the chaos in front of the 17-year olds eyes. "You're just in time for the party!"
Authors Note: Boy, I felt strained on this one, I guess that's what
happens when you go on vacation and come back.
Two reviews, sweet! Thanks guys! I promise I'll have chappie 3 up in a
bit. Until then, be patient.
Charon-'o-the-Depths: There'll be more log writing, I promise. Log
writing and action. Ah, it doesn't get any better than that.
Gabriele11: This is the first time I've ever been threatened to
update. Don't hurt me, I bruise like a peach.