Like dude I just loved the story, I am LIKE LEGITIMATELY SAD IT ENDED AT CHAPTER 2-, but I. loved. it.
BUT ENOUGH CHIT-CHAT, IT'S TIME FOR FISHY SHINSOU AND Y/N-
You know what, I'm feeling good about dis, HELL IM GONNA START IT OFF THIS TIME-
.. 21 days, that's how long you were able to last with the little spark of freedom, but it was taken when they took you aboard, no matter how much you would've screamed, cried, kicked.. they didn't care for your well-being. It was merely moments until you were tossed and practically chained into a cage.. It reaked with rust, the texture of it alone would've made one shiver out of discomfort, and the smell of salt wasn't the best. There was very little to view around the place, even the sailors didn't have much to offer in terms of anything, you'd look at them, and they looked exactly how any sort of rookie pirate or sailor would've seemed, if it was only not of their own tone and attitude, would've it made a sense. The only question was... what would you do now?
uhhh-yeah-
She looked around the cell-there were barrels across the way, and a part of her wondered what they were transporting-but if she was trapped down here with the cargo....shit-she would be cargo too. At least they hadn't realized she was a girl...she wasn't sure what would happen to her if they found out, and she frankly didn't want to know. She rubbed her arms, hugging herself for comfort.
.. Feeeeel like I did something I shouldn't have-, did I-? .<.
.. It was much to quiet for her own liking, even with the constant taps of ones feets above, below with her it seemed like utter silence.. until she noticed the, to be frank, strange-person in another cell near her own, while she couldn't see really much of anything of the figure, she was only brought to a ragged blanket over top his head, a pair boots and pant-legging sticking and pushing against their cell, and.. the strange looking hair peeking from the top, where she would've assumed was his head, it almost seemed like it should've been purple, but the color from it was drained, either it just was that, or the lighting in the room..-
Oh-
".. Finally, someone new.. and a women of all, how intriguing."
Whoever they were, their voice was very.. rough in a way, it sounded as if it was meant to be as sweet as honey, and as gentle as the seas winds, but was deprived of anyway to truly show itself that way, They didn't show their face, nor even really move, other than shifting themselves onto their back, a light laugh trickling out from the end of there sentence.
".. I believe tempting yourself with such confusion isn't necessary, I can tell clear as day that you are no what who you show yourself to be, it'd be fitting, a fairy-tale as one says, but you didn't come here to listen to trail on with riddles, your going to ask questions on how I know about you.. simply from the smell, aren't you?"