Co-author's note: Hey y'all. It's bsc9999, and I'm here with another chapter of this fanfiction. This is going to be fun. So, this chapter will be in my OC's point of view. You'll know who she is. :P You'll definitely know if you've read my fanfiction, though. :]

Chapter Two

I stepped onto the small schooner, shouldering a backpack and dragging along a small suitcase. Me, twelve-year-old Melissa Braque, on this floating…floating heck?

I looked around. It wasn't really that bad. Better than at home. I ran my fingers along one of the scars running down my arm and gritted my teeth. I hoped I was ready for this.

I walked on the ship, and a man ran out toward me, quickly. "Hello. Veronica, I'm Radford, first mate here. Nice to meet you," he said, thoughI didn't think he thought it was really nice to meet me.

"Uh…okay," I said. "So…where do I go?"

Radford sighed, like he didn't have time for showing me around, but lead me to the girls' cabin anyway.

After we had walked down a long staircase, which Radford called a companionway, he showed me to the bathroom, which he called a head. He then showed me to the girls' cabin, which I called an underwear drawer.

Radford shot me a glare and told me to pick a bunk.

I sighed. Didn't I already have enough depression in my life?

There was only one other girl in the cabin. She looked about my age. She was sitting on her bunk, reading a book. "Uh, hi," I said.

"Hi," she said, then returned to her book.

"I'm Melissa Braque."

"And I don't care," the girl snapped back.

"Why does everyone hate me?!" I yelled suddenly, setting my things on a bunk and sitting down abruptly.

"Because you're a freak," the girl shot back. "I mean, you're decked out in black. Your hair is, like, totally dyed black and red and sort of creepy, and you have scars running down your arms." She closed her book. "I think it's safe to say that there's officially something wrong with you."

"Hey, there's something wrong with all of us, which is why we're here, got it?" I didn't like being challenged like that. It was one of the things I just couldn't stand. "What did you do to get here, huh?"

The girl had opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it and turned back to her book. She said nothing more, so I turned to my things and started sorting them.

"Oh, my name is Lyssa, by the way," she said, and left it at that.

I shoved my things into a drawer and said, "Well, I'm going to use the head. See you later."

Lyssa said nothing.