She sank into the warm water — her long brown hair floating around her as if it were seaweed. Bliss sank through her, and she smiled as the heat overtook her. The warm water was soothing, easing the tightness that burdened her, and she began to hum as she sloshed the water gently. Holding her breath, she sank below the water and wet her long hair. The silky warm water caressed her skin. The young woman moaned in delight as the water helped drain away the tension in her muscles. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. Her mind went clear for a few moments. She tried to imagine lovers face, his coal hair, and those wicked eyes. How long has it been since she last saw him, she wondered. She traced her fingernails lightly up and down her breast, cupping it just like the tanned man did before. She bit her lower lip, chewing on it as she started massaging her breast. The girl heard voices behind her bathroom door, her whole body stiffed in a second, her eyes snapped open. She frowned, her face turned into a new scale of white, trying to remember how to breathe.
"Are you alright, kid?" Asked the voice behind the door. She gulped hard as she splashed water all over her face, trying to calm herself down. She could hear her heart beating, and feel it pounding in her temples.
"Y-Yeah! Totally! I will be out in a minute." She managed to say as she placed one of her hands on her face with a deep sigh. What was she even thinking? She groaned in frustration.
"Fine." The sound of the footsteps lessened and all she wanted to was to bury her face into the water. Eventually the footsteps lessened and she was left once more in the quiet of the bathroom. She wondered if they heard her, or she was just taking her time in the bath. It couldn't be that long now, could it?
She shrugged. Slowly and thoroughly she cleaned herself while savouring the pleasant, lavender scent of the soap. She found a nice scented sweet peach shampoo, wondering who on earth used it since only men were on the ship. Deciding that for now she will leave that matter be, but later on she will inspect to whom that shampoo belonged to. Little fun did not kill anyone yet. She washed her long red tresses, and ducked her head under the water to rinse it.
After a moment she climbed out of the bath, dried herself and struggled into her clothes. She opened the window to let fresh air in as she walked out of the bathroom. Walking into the room she picked her uncle's sweater and pulled it over her head. It was baggy on her, she looked like a sack of potatoes but she could care less, it was comfortable and that was the point.
Walking into the kitchen she squealed, excited. "What a great smell!" Praising the cook, his smile turned wider as he arched his back, proudly.
The girl sat down behind the table as she watched the rest of the crew, chatting, fighting over booze. The room was filled with various scents and topics; however, she could not spot the famous Clown. Feeling a bugging in her shoulder, she was brought back to reality and looked at the intruder. Her eyes slightly narrowed in annoyance as she saw one of the three Domingos pocking her.
"What, what is it?!" She spat, shooing his hand away from her. Just a while ago she crawled out of the bath, she did not desire to go there again. "Wash your hands first, and then try poking me." She sighed and cocked her eyebrow, waiting for his question.
He just stared at her, no question, and no response. The brown haired female clicked her tongue in annoyance and dodged her eyes to look at something more pleasant. Scanning the place with her eyes, she decided to look at the chef and his almost finished meal.
Soon a plate of food and a glass of booze were placed in front of her. "Can I have something else to drink, please?"
"Why?" One of the men asked while chewing on a piece of meat that was falling out of his mouth. She did not answer but shook her head, slightly disgusted by his action. What manners!
The cook smacked his head. "She doesn't drink, obviously." He took the glass and gave it to one of his crew members. Taking out a new cup he filled it with milk and placed it in front of her. "Enjoy."
She took the cup with a pleasant, friendly smile and drank. "Thank you, chef!" Placing the almost empty cup on the table with a big sigh, picking up the fork she dig into her food with the rest of men. The man holding the turner in his hand smiled approvingly and turned his back to the stove.
After lunch, and as usual, she helped the cook with the dishes and cleaning the mess they left behind. Sometimes it looked like a group of piggies had their small feast and then disappeared as if nothing happened. When the room was clean, with a sigh she left the room and made her way up so that she could catch a glimpse of the sun.
Excitement zinged through her in anticipation of once more feeling the sun upon her skin. She loves hanging there feeling sun on her legs and air on her skin. The wind was playing havoc with her hair so she pulled it back and tied it at the base of her neck. Spotting a familiar head in the front of the ship, she jogged her way there and with and excited jump surprised the man.
"I thought something caught you and dragged you away." She said, giggling, releasing the already growling man.
"Foolish child. Such a thing would never happen!" He raised his voice, almost yelling. She cocked her eyebrow, clearly not buying his words. The young girl was well aware of few things that happened to him in the past.
The blue haired pirate cleared his throat as he looked away, cursing the young child. "In two days we will arrive on one certain island. Your father is there." He informed her, she stiffed, not expecting hearing him saying that. A small smile appeared on her lips as she patted his back.
"Thank you." Looking at him, she made few steps closer and leaned her lead against his shoulder. "I know I'm a pain but, thank you. Thank you for having patience with me, Uncle." She said, in silence, so that only his ears could hear it. The Clown patted her head lovingly as he turned his sight back on the sea.
"I was wondering…" she said, looking at the sea as well. He said nothing. "To whom does that peach shampoo belong to?" She cocked her head and her eyes met the Clowns slightly flustered face. He turned his head away, clicking his tongue as he pushed her away from him.
Her lips turned the forming smile into a grimace. She raised her hand to her face and touched her mouth to silence her giggles. "Oh my god!" She gasped. "For real?!" She burst out into loud laughter, gaining some attention from the members. The blue haired man's eyes were shooting darts at her, cursing the day she set her foot on his ship.