Some time went by and the smell of engine fuel was getting harder to breathe through but thankfully it was shut off. You could hear the people on board talking occasionally and could tell that they were men. "Keep that chum line going, chief. We got five good miles on him".
"Who's driving this boat" asked one of the other men.
"Nobody. The tide". At this point, you wanted to see what was going on up top so you carefully opened up the hatch door a tiny bit to take a small peek at these men. "This one time, I caught a 16-footer off Montauk. Had to stick two barrels in him to wear him down and bring him up. Nowadays, these kids, they take out everything. Radar, sonar. Electric toothbrushes". You could see them from the back. One was sitting on a chair with his leg crossed and he had a dark green-gray hat on. Another had short and curly hair with a jean jacket and jeans. The last man was the only one who had a life jacket on. It seemed a bit odd.
"Hey chief, best drop another chum marker". You quickly shut the door and continued to stay quiet. You waited for a couple seconds before you decided to take another peek. Needless to say, it wasn't the best idea. As soon as you opened the door, it knocked into something and caused some things to fall over and it made the man refereed to as "chief" fall over. "Damn it, Martin! This is compressed air"!
"I didn't knock it over. That little door opened and pulled that knot"! The two other men looked at him with curious looks. You didn't dare to peek but you knew you were in trouble when you saw light poured on to you and you looked up to meet two shocked faces. "Quint"...
The man on the chair got up and saw what the other men were looking at. "Jesus H. Christ".
You didn't say a word and only listened to what these men were gonna say. "Call it in, we gotta go back to the harbor-"
"NO! NO, PLEASE! HE'LL KILL ME! PLEASE"!
They didn't know how to respond, except for the one with the dark green-gray hat. "You have any idea, what it is were try'n to do missy"?
"No".
"Hooper, get her outta there".
"Here, take my hand". This man named Hooper got down on his knee and extended his hand to you. You accepted since you did need a breath of fresh air from all the engine fuel. Once you got up top, they could tell you were much younger than they thought. "Why did you get on the boat"?
"To escape".
"What do you mean escape"?
"Escape from my dad". They all looked to each other and couldn't fathom the reasoning behind running away from your parent. In their minds, they made up their own assumptions. One being that you were being defiant. One being spoiled rotten and this being a reaction to hearing "no" for the first time. But one of them made the assumption that your reason was justifiable. "Why are you trying to escape from him"?
You hated talking about it but you found that it was easier to show them instead. You closed your eyes and pulled up your sleeve to reveal cigar burns and scars. No voices were heard. All that was heard was the almost deafening sounds of the gentle and small waves crashing into the sides of the boat. "Jesus Christ".
It was mentally agreed to not ask her if your father really did do this since it wouldn't make sense. "How old are you"?
"Seven. Please, don't take me back. He'll kill me. I have no where to go".
"This isn't a normal fishing trip, squirt. We're out here to kill a porker" said the man with the hat.
"Porker"?
"A great white shark" Hooper said.
"Listen kid, this is extremely dangerous. We need to get you back to the harbor-"
"What part of "he'll kill me" did you not get? It doesn't matter where I go on that island, he'll find me. I know he will. He always does". The men weren't sure what to say but the man with the hat spoke up. "Listen here squirt, I already got two idiots on my vessel, I don't need a little girl to watch over either. But, I got a deal for you. You wan' to stay? Then your gonna do some work. Earn your sea legs and toughen up a bit".
"Quint, you cannot be serious! Martin! Say something"!
"Kid, go inside the cabin and let us talk for a bit". You obeyed his word and went in the small enclosed room and shut the door. You sat down on the patted bench that was seated around a table and awaited to what was going to happen. You could hear them arguing about whether or not this was a good idea since this was insane. It was mostly them agreeing to disagree about the fact that your scars are proof enough about your father and if they did take you back to the island, you would go straight back to your father.
After a couple more minutes, the door opened to reveal them. "Alright kid, you can stay but only if you do exactly what we say when we say it. After all of this is done, I'll have your father arrested. Alright" said Martin.
You smiled and agreed to the terms. "But don't think that you just get to relax while the men work. No ma'am, you'll be helping these two fools out as well". You stood up and you all left the small cabin.
"I'm (y/n). What are your names"?
"Oh right. I'm Martin Brody. Just call me Brody. I'm the chief of police for Amity".
"I'm Matt Hooper. You can just call me Hooper, everyone does. I'm a marine biologist".
"Just call me Quint. I'm a shark hunter and this is my vessel. I'm captain, got it"?
"Aye aye, captain" you said giving a salute. Quint laughed softly and went to sit back down on his chair with his big fishing rod.
"And by the way, do not touch these tanks. You screw around with these tanks and they'll blow up" Hooper said sternly. You understood and heard Quint say, "Yeah, that's real fine, expensive gear you've brought out here Mr. Hooper, but I don't know what that bastard sharks gonna do with it. Might eat it I suppose. Seen one eat a rocking chair one time".
You went and sat down at the edge of the boat and awaited to what your first task was. "You know how to tie a sheepshank"? You looked up and saw that Quint was talking to you.
"No".
"Hmm. How bout a bowline"?
"No".
"Looks like you better start learning. Here". Quint tossed you some rope and told you what to do. "Little brown eel comes out of the cave, swims into the hole, comes out of the hole, goes back into the cave again". You followed what he said but only ended up tying a knot in the middle. "That's not too good, is it, squirt"?
"I tried".
"Keep going, try again. Brody, keep that chum line going".
Authors notes:
I know some of you might be pretty pissed at me for writing this and not attending to my other stories but you'll be happy to know that inspiration has hit me like a lighting rod! I'm back writing for all my stories and I will not stop until my inspiration runs out.
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Stow-away! (Jaws) (X Child! Reader)
FanfictionStuck on a populated island with an abusive father with only one way out but hard to reach. A boat. Born on Amity island and losing your mother at the age of two, it left you with your father who was caring at first but then became abusive. You had...
