**Delbert's POV***
To say I was angry was an understatement! I was furious! I had never been so, so degraded in all my life! Who did she think she was? I was paying for this expidition I demended a little respect, once to the Galley I wented my anger , "That woman, that feline! who does she think is working for whom?!"
"It's my map shes got me buffing tables-"
"I'll not tolerate a cross word about our captain!" Mister Arrow stated grabbing both our shoulders and repemanding us , "There's no finer officer in this ,or any galaxy." Isighed feeling very much like a child , then Mister Arrow introduced us to the cook , Mister Silver , a cyborge fellow, with an...odd sense of humor. He handed us both lovely boweled of bozebeast stew.
"Delightfully tangy...yet...robust." I congradulated till...I seen my soup staring back art me...I let out a yelp and Silver laughed tossing the eye ball into his mouth going on about his family or other... placed my bowle on the counter and stood back...closer to the silent first officer whom I am pretty certain was amused by my luck...
That made me think of my late wife Greta she and I were only married a short while before she died of an unknown reason, we never had any children in those six m0onths we were married three were spent trying t save her...It had been ten years now...
"We're about to get underway...woudl you like to observe the launch doctor?" Mister ARrow broke me from my thoughts making a little to excited about the launch I dare admit.
"Would I? Does an intergerlactic nucleous have super luminal jets?!" Mister Arrow only stood up straight and James and the Silver fellow grew silent as well.
I sighed defeatedly , "I'll...follow you.." I march one up the staires and waited for the First officer to arise as well.
"Give her time." He murmured.
"P-Pardon sir?" Blast my damed stuttering again.
"Our Captain she comes off as ...harsh but she truely is an understanding woman. " his gravely voice quivered slightly memories were there...
I didn't get another chance before we reached the bridge where the woman in question sttod ,with her arms back, tri-horned hat neatly on her head nothing was out of place or shine...she was quite captivating I daresay.
"May the great one light us a lantern on our way." She turned to me and smiled slightly , "The Great one works in mysterious ways."
To the I ran to the side of the deck to look around...
***AMELIA'S POV***
I watched from the upper deck. Watched the crew, watched the sky, watched the people passing by on the still visible port below us. But, honestly, I mostly watched the dear Doctor.
It wasn't only the fact I didn't want the clumsy idiot breaking anything, but it was also the fact I admitibly found him adorable-even though he was an idiot. Contraire to popular believe, our species got along fine-which means he…was perfectly available, correct? I think that's how it goes…for the love of God I need to get out more.
"Well, my friend, are we ready to raise this creaking tub?" I turned my head to Samuel, who nodded. "My pleasure Captain." He turned to the speaking tube by the main mast, shouting "take her away!" into it. The anchor was recoiled and we began to rise. The sails caught the sunlight, shimmering. I heard every creak and groan of the Legacy as it rose, gaining more and more power. The thrusters readied. Gravity left us, causing everyone to float. I loved the feeling, but it was not to be prolonged.
"Mr. Snuff, engage artifical gravity." I commanded.
The slug like alien to whom I spoke saluted, farting out of his many tubes, and then pulled the switch. Myself and most the crew-including Hawkins- landed perfectly. Doppler on the other hand face planted the floor. Poor pup. I perked my ears as the thrusters built up on power.
"Brace yourself, Doctor."
I warned, knowing he wouldn't take my advice. In fact he repeated me quite snarkily. It was this remark that made me thoroughly uncaring of his condition after being tossed into the back of the deck, though he recovered quickly. After we shot off I scarcely took a step before we were surrounded by a pod of space orcas-also known as water wearers by spacers. They were known to store water in specific humps on their backs, which could be used in the event of stalling wreckage. The Doctor unwisely stood out on one of the bridges.
"Upon my word! Orcatus Galactacus!" He exclaimed. He pressed a button on his suit, out popping a camera. "Smile!"
"Doctor I'd stand clear if I were y-"
I didn't finish my warning in time, he was already sprayed by the green goop used by space orcas to blind predators. I allowed myself a small laugh. My moment was ruined by none other than our cook, John Silver. "Tis' a grand morning for sailing, Cap'm!"
I lowered my ears and turned to the digusting excuse for a sailor.
"And look at you, as trim n' as bonny as a sloop with new sails an a fresh coat o' paint!" He continued, sweeping into and low bow and giving me what was obviously meant to be a flattering grin. How pathetic.
"You can save such flim flammery for your spaceport floozies Silver." I snapped. He frowned. That little blob he insists on keeping with him-Morph or some utterly moronic name like that- turned into me and did a hip dance I do not wish to associate with myself…outside of a bar. What? A woman is allowed to tease.
"I speak nothing but me 'art Captain at all times." He tried to convince me. Ha. It took all I had not to go down and claw his face-which was very unprofessional. I resorted to letting my eyes wander, quickly finding Hawkins in the shrouds doing no such productive work as I requested upon my ship, he was just watching the damn space whales. "Oh, um, isn't that your cabin boy aimlessly footling about in those shrouds?" I gestured with my head to Hawkins. Silver seemed embarrassed and downhearted further.
"Uh, momentary aberation Captain. Soon to be addressed!" He assured. He put on a stern face and turned to Hawkins. "Jimbo!"
The boy looked over, smiling.
Silver smirked. I saw him take a mop and bucket from seemingly no where and hold them behind his back.
"I've got two new friends I'd like ya' Ta meet."
Hawkins looked around eagerly. I honestly found this to be somewhat cruel, so I turned my head and walked down the stairs and into my stateroom. I knew Samuel would keep watch. I massaged my temple. Migraine. Blasted bloody migraines were something that stopped me dead in patrol at times-something I consider fatal to my reputation. What kind of captain leaves the middle of their shift and sits in their stateroom for twenty minutes? Thankfully Samuel is a dear and always has some brilliant excuse about it being confidential information
I must tend too or something of the like. I swear, I'd be nothing without that big ol' brute. I was able to subside this little disturbance with unusual ease with the aid of a cup of earl gray tea. I got up from my chair, replaced my jacket of which I'd taken off to calm myself, and went out. I stopped at the top step to my stateroom, looking at the scene of Hawkins being shoved against one of the masts by the Mantavor-they're rather alike to arachnids- Scroop. He held his claw threateningly to the boy's throat. I normally would have stepped in to stop brawling-of which I do not allow on my ship- but I saw Silver walking over with a purp in his hand. I was going to wait before acting as I had a feeling he was going to stop it, which he did by twisting Scroop's arm behind him. He dropped Hawkins to the ground.
The boy seemed unharmed, thankfully. Didn't need any charges against me because of one idiot spacer who couldn't keep their temper in check around an elementary teenager. Samuel walked down from the upper deck just then, the Doctor following him Samuel went right towards the crew, who lined up smartly, yelling "what's all this then?!" in his usual baritone. The Doctor stopped a good distance away and gave me a glare over the shoulder. I ignored this and let Samuel have his words with the crew, of which should be taken seriously, and retreated to my stateroom, brewing myself another cup of tea and sitting down to do paperwork.
A/n thank you to all who's commented and faved I hope you lot keep on , we own nothing but the story and the parts we add everythign else belongs to Disney . Remember I write Delbert's POV as CaptainAmeliaGirl writes Amelia's. Read and review you lot ^^
~Britt
