Galaxy Pirates

Chapter 10: Violet and the Young Captain

The young man closed the door, walked up to the window and slammed it. He then heaved a sigh of a person exhausted from an exciting day and headed towards the bed. He halted in midway and stared at Violet much in curiosity and confusion.

"I am at your disposal, Master_"

Violet's speech was cut for she sneezed from the cold. She wiped off her last tears and wanted to resume her talk when the young man's arm held out the black coat he had always worn hanging on his shoulders.

"You'll catch a cold if you remain in those thin robes. It's often freezing in Cyberia at night, due to the desert climate".

She clutched the coat with a trembling hand and wrapped herself into it. Instantly, the utmost warmth embraced her.

"Thank you, Master_"

"Captain".

"Captain... Sorry".

"No issue. Don't you have any warmer clothes?"

"I have only this one. I_"

"Talk about travelling light," the captain walked to a Crimson Wood wardrobe and began rummaging through. "I do remember I had something here... Ah, there!" he pulled out a purple warm dress with sleeves and fur, and threw it on the bed before her: "There you go".

"Huh?"

"Take it. It's yours".

"W... What?"

None of her previous masters had ever gifted her anything before. Yet this guy, the pirate emperor – that bloodthirsty Young Captain – was giving her such an expensive dress so casually?

"Am I not being clear? Sinbad said you spoke fifty-one languages".

"Ah, no, that's not it! I just_"

"Then take it, duh!"

Violet hesitantly grabbed the dress, folded it neatly and placed it on the bed beside her.

"Yeah, take that side of the bed since you're already sitting there. Use drawers of that bedside table over there, it's empty. Tomorrow morning I want to set sails for my next journey with the original Shark Tooth of mine. You can come since your cousin and Prince Zehu are both coming. They're your friends... at least so they state. I'm not saying you're obliged though. Tell me how you prefer. Anyway, what's your name? Violet Hawthorne, I think?"

He hastily fussed around, throwing his slouch hat on a hook in a corner, adjusting his bed, then suddenly remembering he had left night-robes to a washing robot, then, finally retrieving them back neat and clean, realising he had forgotten to pack an important item in his bag for tomorrow, then, while rummaging through drawers and cursing under his breath of where he had put it, tripping over the same bag he had clumsily left on his path.

"Great Hermin's curse, who the hell put this here? Oh, wait, it was me... So what did you say your name was?"

But I never said anything... This man is like nothing I've seen before. None of my masters, not even Captain Sinbad, were so... extraordinary.

"I... I am Violet Hawthorne, that's right..."

"Muhmuh, Hermin's curse can I hear like that? Speak up, duh!"

"Sorry. Yes, I am Viol_"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard. Pleasure," he began beating the bag with his foot since he had a hard time closing it, "Dang, why the hell can't you clos_"

"Master, that bag is on voice command," a robot servant cut in.

"Huh? Ah, yes, I forgot... Anyway, you take care of this, Rumuh, I'm really not in the mood of this rotten crystal of a job!" thus, cursing the bag of valuables with the most exclusive words he possessed in his lexicon and putting it in his robot servant Rumuh's disposal, he finally heaved a sigh of relief, stretched, yawned, and dropped onto the bed beside Violet. "So, a blue flower of Aidan fields, eh?"