Significant Figures

Chapter One: The City Of Leviathan

Ayda Aguefort was beyond bored, she always was when it came to the night shift of the Compas Point library, why her father kept them open all night, she never knew.

Her arms were sat on the reception desk, a half open book was discarded at her side, a frustrated pout on her red painted lips, she didn't want to be here, didn't want to be on the nightshift, didn't want to be waiting around for some random to stumble in, probably drunk or high or some shit like that.

She tried to ignore the pinging from her phone, her father's words echoed in her head like a record.

"don't let yourself be distracted by material things Ayda, there's no use for them anyway"

Her fathers words always echoed through her head, there was always something to comment on. Her hair, her makeup, her friends, her clothes.

And especially, her mind.

Her father called it a maze, a disaster of thoughts and words, something he could never understand, so with that, it just had to be wrong.

She watched the streets from her window, the city of Leviathan was lively at night, the small gangs roamed the alleys, although Ayda couldn't blame them, she herself was partly involved in a gang, not fully, her father would never let her, but she could always lie, her father never once suspected that the happy go lucky student that frequently visited the library was a member of the gang belong to the beloved Bill Seacaster.

She watched James, no sorry, captain James, walk down the alley, his so called crew followed behind, Ayda sighed, ignoring the pretentious man flaunt his wealth to the poorer folk of Leviathan, Ayda, sadly, fell into that large majority.

She watched the tall man slink up the stairs to the door, she let out an unintentional sigh, her calm night was no more, she straighed her shoulders, took her arms off her desk and placed on a outwardly kind smile as the crew walked in, scanning the library before James's eyes fell on the young woman.

"Ayda"

His voice was a snarl as he eyed the librarian, he towered over her  as she sat at her desk, part of her wanted to stand, she was taller than him, only by a little, but fuck was she intimidating.

"James"

She allowed herself to hold the same snarl, her lips lifting slightly to show a sharpened fang like tooth, she stood from the desk, with a mixture of heels and genetics, she was taller than him, and the rest of the crew.

"we need something" he had a sickening smirk on his face as he dropped a heavy bag on her desk.

"who?" she opened the bag, searching through the coins, 60, that was all she got, someone's life could end, and all it was for was a measly 60 coins.

"Seacaster" Ayda sighed, again. It was always Seacaster, or Ash, or Bim, it was always one.

"there's nothing new about-" James held up a finger, shaking his head, some water splashed against her book, causing her to almost sigh again.

"the boy, Seacaster's boy, the rich one" Ayda knew who he meant, the boy had been the talk of the town, the rich, city boy who gave money freely, it wasn't really him that had been the talk, but his maid, Kathilda the Black, the toughest woman to ever come to the town, everyone had been more than welcoming for that alone.

"there's nothing on him" Ayda spoke strongly, had on hip with a deep glare "now go, you're bad for business" she made a small hand movement, almost wave like.

"you've not got any business sweetheart" his snarl was back, leaning over her desk to get in her face, the scent of salf water on his breath, she scrunched up her nose, bright amber eyes stated into sea green, before Ayda eventually looked away.

"I said there's nothing on him, trust me, I've already been asked" Ayda bit her lip, her leg bounced slightly "so leave, we need to close soon and you're stinking up the place" she gave him a glare, golden eyes burned into the captain.

"who asked?" he moved closer to the desk, Ayda's only barrier, his hands smacked down on the desk, making her flinch just slightly.

"Ash, he wanted to see a photo, said he was so happy the son of the Saint Seacaster was in the city" she didn't lie, but it wasn't the truth, Ash had came by, excitement on his face as he talked about how the 'all mighty Bill Seacaster's son was on the island'

"for fucks sake" James sighed with frustration, lifting his hand as he pulled away the bag of coins, pocketing them once more "well then, we'll be off" he sent another glare before walking off, his crew following behind.

Ayda let out a small sigh, her chest rising and falling slowly, the ringing was still on her ears, the taste of iron on her tongue as she sat back on her chair, rolling it backwards.

She thought for a moment, she needed a hot shower, and a hot meal, and a fuck ton of ale.

More than a fuck ton of ale.