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Chapter two: The Dove

It had been roughly a month since I had became apart of the dysfunctional family known as Norton's crew, and I was starting to settle in. It didn't help my cause any that the only person my age was a girl named Deirdre Dove and she hated me from the moment she saw me. The rest of the crew told me that she's that way with everyone and she was nice when she's in Skull Island. I hoped that that wasn't the only time she would be nice-ish, because in reality she was kind of pretty with her long dark brown hair that was always combed to the left side, palish skin (mine far paler) and light sky blue eyes.

It was night on board The Dark Stallion and I was standing on the starboard deck watching the many stars. Deirdre walked up behind me. I didn't really notice her; I was too focused on the stars.

"Beautiful aren't they?" She said. There was no spite in her voice; it almost sounded longing. "Yeah." I replied. "Sometimes I wish that I could touch them." She told me. At this time I turned around to look at her. She almost looked sad. "Sometimes I do to." I told her. She smiled slightly and told me. "I remember..." I didn't know what she was talking about. "You don't remember do you?" She said. I shook my head; I didn't know.

"It would make sense as we were so very young." She told me. She made it oblivious that I had known her. And it was true that I didn't remember much about my parents; my memories of them are brief. I know that there should have been more of them as I was with them most of the time. As it had happened only five years ago.

"What happened?" I asked. She shook her head. "Our parents and your parents were close friends... Sometimes they would be together. They were always smiling. They would sometimes leave us alone together." She smiled as if this was a fond memory. "It was late one evening, and instead of going to sleep, you stood at the edge of the deck - just like you are today. I asked you what you you were doing and you replied, 'I'm watching the stars.' When I asked why you answered 'I want to be able to touch them.'" She told me.

"I think I might remember..." I told her. It sounded about right, but my memory is a little foggy when I go that far back. I didn't really use my memories in Krokotopia. I was far too concerned about staying alive to care about non important (at that time) things.

"Come on we need to get into the cabin." She told me. I didn't want to argue with her for she could revert back to her cold ways, so I did as I was told. I didn't bother to change clothes for I had none other than the ones I wore. I didn't have many clothes in Krokotopia. I got into my little hammock in the far right corner of the room and stared at the ceiling waiting for sleep to come over me.

It had been a couple more days and neither I or Deirdre acted any different. Then again I was too busy doing all the things I was supposed to be doing. I didn't really pay attention anymore what it was. I guess it was good because I had boundless energy. It was that day that I'd be officially out of Krokotopia. At that time I wasn't sure if I was to be happy or sad about leaving my old home. The Krokotopians disliked me and I never fit in. Being human in a land full of Krok's and Manders sucked.

It was about time to knot the rope around my foot. Stormgates are dangerous things. They can suck you into another world or tear you apart. It all depends if you have the correct wind stone or insert it at the right time. That is why most pirates stay in the same spiral world; their own safety. Smart decision in the long term, but not the choice that Norton chose. I was at that time a little worried. I had heard the stories, but I had some Faith in Norton.

I tied my best knot and waited for the zero gravity effects of the Stormgate, hoping that I wouldn't become nauseous. After all that was what used to happen when I was younger. I really didn't want the embarrassment, or truthfully need it.

"Fergus you look a little worried." One of the pirates, Dead-eye Sid, told me. He was one of the older crew members, and one of the most respected. He was a musketeer; the best on the crew. He oddly enough wore an eye patch and looked very muscular. He had a scar on his hairline. You could tell he wasn't a man you messed with.

"I'm fine sir." I replied. I was fine after all, just a little worried. I didn't understand how he couldn't be with all the dangers, but if he could be calm I sure could to. I never did stop gripping the rope. It would have been suicidal not to. It was a rough trip through. Boxes that had previously been tied down were now thrashing around in the ship; ropes still attached. Was this how they treated cargo?

Soon enough it stopped. I knew that in a couple hours this would happen once again. I wasn't happy about that; especially because I was on clean up duty. I guess it could've been worse and I would have been mopping the deck.