A Tale of Tridents and poison

Chapter 2

Finnick needed a job desperately. Whatever money his parents had left couldn't be much. He went to the docks. The place he grew up. Surly, someone needed an extra hand. First, he went to go see Old Joe. Old Joe no longer sailed, but he stayed at the dock helping as much as he could. And he always knew what was going on. " Finnick son, I didn't expect to see you out." Joe said. Finnick smiled up at him and said, " Well, there's work to be done. Do ya know anyone who needs an extra hand?" Joe looked down. And squinted like he was trying to figure something out." Finnick son, why are you only twelve years old. Just a guppie." Finnick knew this was coming. The only thing that could stop him from getting a job is His age. " Come on, Joe, everyone here knows I'm a born fisher, and I've been on boats my whole life. Plus, I'm thirteen in just a few weeks." " Right, but lad." Finnick cut him off." Joe, they're gonna take us away. If we don't show, we can support ourselves, please. I need a job." He pleaded. Joe folded "alright Abaster needs a hand, and he's willing to pay eight dollars an hour for the work. Now you know ol mean Abaster he'll expect you early and work you late. And will probably be mean the whole time, but it is a job." Finnick thanked Joe and headed to where Abasters ship normally docked.

The whole way down, people gave him sad looks and offered their condolences, and Finnick really wished they would stop. He was trying so hard not to think about anything that happened yesterday. It took all his strength not to burst into tears right there. But he needed to be strong. There would be a time to morn.

Abaster was cutting up some net on his boat. He saw Finnick walking up and immediately stood up." Look, I don't want what ever your selling!" He looked him up and down. " Even your body." He snapped. Comments like this were rather frequent, and normally Finnick replied with some slam about perves and how nasty it is. But he didn't have that option. So he just smiled and replied, " I'm not selling anything. Old Joe told me you're looking for a hand. Well, I'm here." Abaster looked at him then laughed. Like really laughed. " Boy, I was looking for someone a bit older, and that could legally get a job!" He spat out between laughs. Finnick rolled his eyes. " Please, Abaster, you've never done anything legally." Well boy, you've got me there, but there is still the matter of you being a scrawny kid. Scrawny? That's one Finnick hadn't heard before. He has always been lean but never scrawny. Then again, compared the Abasters' six foot frame and rather plump stomach. Anybody looked scrawny. " I mean really to ask me for a job. And to think I'd hire you. Hilarious!" Finnick couldn't take it he rolled his eyes and replied. " Well, I don't see a line."

Abaster was down on him so quickly, but he didn't have time to react. He set Finnick down on a crate but didn't do anything. He just starred at him a while. Finally, he nodded his head and let him go." Alright boy, the job is yours." He grabbed him again, shoving him into the back of the crate, but if you think it'll be easy or I'll be nice to ya, you've got another thing coming. Understood!" Finnick nodded his head. And Abaster let him stand. " Alright, be here before sunrise. Don't want them peacekeepers finding us." Finnick nodded, then set off. Working for Abaster was less than ideal. Abaster was shrewd and crul, and his wife always seemed to grab at him. But he could avoid her and deal with him after all work was work.

Scarlet set out just as the sun was braking, though the clouds. She stepped into Popys room. The girl was just a toddler, and yet she snored louder than most men. It always made her father laugh. Seeing as she and Finnick were so quiet when they slept an-. No! She couldn't do this. Not to herself, not to Finnick or Popy. Especially Finnick, he's such an emotional and caring person he can't see her so distant and sad. It will absolutely wreck him. She gently picked up the girl. And God, she was heavy. But Scarlett managed. A good friend of hers promised to watch Popy when she was out. That way, if Finnick wanted to leave, he could. She quietly crept down the steps. Finnick was still in the chair. And still sound asleep. which was good. Up until only a few hours ago, he was restless, so she let him sleep. Planting a soft kiss on his forehead.