Authors Note: ..its chapter five
rabid Cat:read the book
person: why?
RabidCat:because i want you too...
Person: but i don't want to
Rabid Cat:oh well...did you know that i think humans taste good?
Person: what? thats weird...
Rabid Cat:eats your leg
Person: screams ! OK OK I'LL READ THE BOOK!
ME: pets rabid cat
Chapter 5: slave
The ship was beautiful; the wood was smooth and glossy with small gold designs.
When we boarded Kiku bowed and said "welcome aboard" I smiled and did a mock curtsy "thank you sir" he smiled and led me around the ship until I knew it by heart.
"This is where you will sleep" he said as our tour came to a end. I smiled and walked in. It was small with a hammock and small table to keep my few possessions on it. I nodded and sat on my "bed" as he left.
The tables held a small brush almost exactly like my old one and a tiny hand mirror. I looked in the mirror and ran a hand through my messy hair and barley recognized myself.
My eyes where gaunt with dark circles under them and my cheeks where hollow. Suddenly angry I threw the mirror to the floor and walked out slamming the door, there was no more pretty me, just a helpless lost dirty girl. I went to the kitchens and got a job serving food to the crew.
They laughed and belched loudly, disgusting me.
They ate like pigs stuffing their faces and throwing food on the floor, I couldn't understand why the captain hired these people being as nice as he was.
For weeks I scrubbed floors and wiped tables then retired to my room tired and ready to drop.
Callouses formed on my hands and blisters on my feet, the lady I had once been was long gone, I could swear and slap as hard as any wench but I still longed for my old life of rest and parties but that life seemed more like a dream, as if it had never happened.
Our ship visited many ports and I barely saw Kiku, he was to busy for dirty servant girls.
I still brushed my hair every night and did my best to pray but sometimes I was too tired to remember.
Soon I fit in and made friends with the other women of the crew who loved to listen to my stories of the days when I went to parties and wore frilly dresses. I lived like this for at least year and was taught by my fellow crewmembers how to use a knife and I had soon mastered the art of fighting.
My favorite was the long swords the Japanese used and I was just as good as any man, and had many bruises to show for it.
I had finally found my place, it wasn't against a wall half dead, or at a party dancing and laughing, it was here on the "Keisui". (LIGHT WATER)