The Archers Mark (on hold)

Miss Your Words?

Hindsly's pov. Before Marco enters Star's room.

I walked around the main table where Whitebeard, and the ones he claimed his sons, sat with. A tray full of tainted booze connected to my left arm. As was my job to serve these people.

Not much is to be said about my job despite the fact I distaste it.

Serving people drinks is my job yes. However, serving Tera like this, like some dog bothered me. She made sure I stayed by her at all times. I was at her every beck and call. It bothered me greatly. 

The only thing that kept me from out right spilling the beans to the pirates that enjoyed themselves was the fact that there was a woman that filled me with a sense of familiarity and dread. 

My arm would ache as I would pass by her and glance at her. 

I noticed the woman who did not try to hide her staring. When I had first walked passed her. I could sense she was holding back some strength as I glanced at her, through the corner of my eyes.

 This could not be the woman I thought she was. There was no way.

I carried around the table supplying my serum but focusing on the pair of light eyes that followed me. The woman that stared at me, none stop, was innocent looking. She seemed as if she was just wondering about my arm. People do stare at me normally. Its natural when you have no arm. 

I looked closer at her. Her face was soft and rounded and not damaged like Star's was. Her hair was a Strawberry blond, with matched with whom I thought she was.  But traces of baby hairs that protruded from her scalp showed that, that strawberry blond may not have been her true color. So that evidence could not be sufficient.

Another thing that struck me as being wrong about this being whom I thought it was, this woman seemed to glow.

Versions never glowed. Well I will take that back she did. But only when she was in the midst of a battle. Only then and there was she truly radiant.

But now as I looked at this woman with a tight pink dress and her bust overflowing I could determine this was not Versions. Surely, she would not do this to herself. Especially be on a ship with mostly men for 2 years.

That is what proved to me this was just a woman with untapped potential. Versions would never catch herself in a situation like this. Not after what Rogers crew did to her.

The voices of conversation carried on between other members of the clan and Whitebeards clan. As I continued around the table, supplying more and more poison, a too feminine voice struck me. "Excuse me ma'am, not to seem blunt but what happened to your arm?" The voice asked.

I felt Whitebeards eyes shift to my body as I went ridged. Just for a brief second then put the tray down. Since it was strapped to my stub it went to my side with ease. The voice kept talking as I stared at her. Even Tera seemed tense about the subject.

"I'm sorry. Let me explain myself. I'm a nurse and was inspecting the quality of your wound and how it healed. It made me think you where born with a birth defect." The woman stated quickly wording her phrase. I stared at her as her eyes flickered for a second.

It was all I needed to know.

I smiled politely. "No I was not born like this." I stated. My accent all but forgotten now. I see no point in keeping it. It would only cause more confusion then anything.

The woman's hair nodded as she looked around the table whos occupants kept trying to continue with their conversation but failing. 

"I see, then may I ask what happened? A clean cut like that is such a rarity. Especially amongst the seas. What we see at the most is a bullet wound or two. Or an infection if I'm lucky enough." She stated sadly.