Picture of Captain Flynn to your right
“We set sail at the break of dawn, so get a good night’s sleep. It’ll be the last one you have for a while” he said as he walked to his chambers. The last thing I saw as he closed the doors was his abnormally blue eyes.
“Hello? Anyone home?” I blinked as a pale dirty hand waved in front of my face. I turned and faced a humored Loki.
“What?” I asked innocently. He smirked.
“Try and keep your eyes more on your work and less on the captain. He’s a ruthless one, doesn’t take too kindly to liars, women, and stowaways, which you so happened to be all three of.”
I rolled my eyes, “I am not interested in the captain, or in any man for that matter. I’ve enough of your lot to last me a lifetime.”
Loki shrugged and walked away. I was just about to follow him when I was grabbed roughly by the shoulder and spun around. I bit back a scream. I came face to face with the beautiful first mate, Argo. He was holding a mop and pail, a smug look on his face.
My shoulders drooped, my first order of work: mopping the deck. I took the mop and pale and began the tedious task of mopping the vast deck. For some spots, I had to get down on my hands and knees and scrub with an old rag I had found.
The only thing making the chore bearable was my own humming. I had always been told I had a nice voice, whether it was truth or just a compliment to be kind, I do not know.
By the time I had finished, the deck was nearly empty, except for a few of the crewmen playing dice off in the far end of the ship. I hadn’t seen Loki since earlier and Argo had disappeared too, probably to sleep.
I made my way below deck to pack up the cleaning supplies and store them where Argo had said they were to be put; in a room near the kitchen. I hummed all the way there finally having time to be alone and wander the ship by myself.
I packed the supplies, and turned around to head to bed when the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I was being watched.
I noticed the silhouette of a rather tall large man in the shadows. I bit back a scream and composed myself. “Who goes there?” I asked as threateningly as I could manage.
The person didn’t as much as move let alone answer. I bit my lip, what if this person had come down here to take advantage of me? I quickly dismissed the daft thought. No one but Loki knew that I was not a fellow.
I was just about to reach behind me and grab the mop as a weapon when the intruder stepped forward revealing bright blue eyes that almost glowed in the darkness. I knew who it was before I saw the harsh planes of their face. It was Captain Flynn himself. I gasped, “Sir? I hadn’t realized it was you. I apologize did I wak—“
“Was that you humming?” he interrupted. My eyes widened. I was so foolish. Why was I humming like a senseless buffoon? I was a man. Men don’t hum. I was going to get myself caught if I kept making idiotic mistakes.
“Your Captain and superior has asked you a question lad, come on and answer.” Captain Flynn said with authority.
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Adeline (Watty Awards Finalist 2013)
Historical FictionAdeline St. Clair, afraid that her father's desperate attempts for money might sully her any more than they already have, stows away aboard the notorious Poseidon's Curse ran by the treacherous pirate Flynn. Flynn Gaige, tired of living with what he...