Chapter Three

The party was quite something. The Duke had been quite ready to administer Zechs into the fleet in a higher command. Somehow, even that man felt great respect for the middle-aged man.

"Miss Peacecraft," Zechs bowed deeply, deeper than normal, before the young teenager. He took her hand lightly and brushed his lips across it in a feathery light way, though he held it longer than what deemed society correct.

Relena tilted her head slightly in acknowledgment. Due to the colonies weather control, they had made it a perfectly sunny day without a rain cloud in sight. "Commodore," She fanned herself with the lavishing fan her father gave her the past year for her birthday.

He gripped her hand gently, not noticing the shadow that fell across her face that would have shattered his hopes if he wasn't so drunk in her beauty. "Please," He motioned off to a balcony which had a low ledge that lead to a deep lake that was used for the "ocean" since the colony they were lodged on was more tropical theme.

She followed, not wanting to displease the much older man.

He stood there, looking out into the newly false sunshine. It flittered across his features, his eyes hidden by the mask he always wore.

He gulped, hopefully to himself not audibly. Relena looked at him slightly before looking back out at the glistening water. "Relena," He turned to face her and she continued to look out, fanning heavily on herself to try and not die from heat exhaustion. He began a whole spiel.

'Damn this hot weather. And damn Romefeller too, them and their Europe trends. Why do they make us wear these blasted things anyway?' Then her mind drifted, 'Why do they make it so hot for us here? Can't they control the climate? Why does the sky have clouds here? Why does it—' Her thoughts were jolted from themselves as she caught the last bit of his speech.

"You have become a fine woman yourself, Relena." He told her softly. She got the picture; he wanted to marry her.

"I can't breath..." She was able to whisper, the hat becoming more intense.

He took it the wrong way, naturally. He thought it a compliment, he turned his back to her, blushing underneath his mask as he looked and began to talk to deaf ears.

Relena felt more and more light headed as time went on, the sun's heat coming down in blasts. Her breaths shortened and soon she was hyperventilating. Her eyelids fluttered and finally closed as she plummeted down to the surface below. The water splashing heavily against her dead weight.

His eyes widened as he turned around to notice her absence. "RELENA!" He noticed the rippled and white crests in the water, knowing she fell.

About the time Zechs began his whole speech, which lasted thirty minutes or so, young Mr. Sparrow was having a hell of a time with the space port docker's. Yes, the people who gave you parking spaces.

"How can you consider that--" Sparrow pointed over to his smoldering ship, which had exploded not so long ago and was now extinguished. He moved his hands in his normal drunken manner. "A space shuttle?"

"It's takin' up space." The man spat out, the younger apprentice beside him looking up at his 'master' and the newest 'customer'.

Jack jerked his head, about to say something, but then thought otherwise. "How much my good man?" He questioned.

"Two fifty pieces." He told him leisurely. "And I will need your name." He took out his ledger and then a pen, purged to write the name and other information needed.

The younger boy raised his eyebrow. "How about three fifty pieces," The mans eyes perked up greedily. "And we forget the name?"

The man thought this over, if only to add suspense for his mind was already made up. He slammed the book closed with the three coins tightly locked in the creased pages. He grinned, which made Jack flinch inwardly and a mirror somewhere crack. "Welcome to Port Royal Mr. Smith."

Jack grinned, walking off in his pretty boots (aren't they so pretty? polish) and stopped at the desk where a pouch of leather was. He grabbed it, shaking it and heard the sounds of coins. 'Can't loose what isn't yours anyhow,' He thought drunkenly. 'Besides, he needed to compensate me for the three anyhow!' He ended up getting a better bargain, for he got ten fifty pieces versus the three he gave away.

Life couldn't get any better!

He walked off, the drums of a ceremony being heard. 'Great, another one to join the sport!' He thought. Other of his kind thought great pleasure of chasing around leaders and people of the Alliance or Rebels. Much like a fox hunt and the parts changed constantly.

He made his way down to a dock leisurely, where a pretty brand new space ship was located. It was both land and space (think 'Treasure Planet' by Disney) model and gleamed in the light.

His eyes twinkled as he walked up, seeing a few men standing guard.

They took their machine guns and stopped his from passing. "No civilians are allowed back here." A larger man said pompously.

"Alright," Jack told them with a wave of his hands. "If I see one," He narrowed his eyes a little bit. "I shall inform you immediately!"

The man grinned and nodded his head, then blinked and saw Jack walked down the line more. "Hey!"

Jack was stopped once again with machine guns pointed at him. 'Great, how long will it take to ditch these men?'

-End Chapter-

Author's note:

I"m so sorry for taking so long to update! I"m swamped with all this school work (XX) Gah! Anyhow, i know it's short but i couldn't leave y'all hanin' like that last cliffie, now could i? I know it pisses me off when people don't update stories i like for a year and they never finish it...restless nights...no sleep...

Alrighty then, um...i love reviews and suggestions, 'specially since i'm kinda at a writers block. it was weird...i made relena's brother propose (hey, they did it in Gladiator, ok?). I"m disturbed...oh well! .

Currently, i'll try to add one of my newer stories (angst and action) about child abuse (take a wild guess who the main character(s) is -)

Auf Weidersehen! Red Tail (for those that don't know, i am now Red Tail instead of mnemosyn, i think it's shorter...)