Be Brave

New World Part 2

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*SEVERE LANGUAGE*

Amara was staring up at the face of a father she hadn't thought of in so long. All memories of his brief presence in her childhood came flooding back. Her blood boiled. She wanted to hit something. Even just hearing his voice irritated the hell out of her. Kirk, her father, was standing just yards away and yet she felt smothered by her anger and irritation.

"That's enough, men! Take only what we need but leave the rest. Let's not be stingy now." He laughed, his whole body shaking with it whole heartedly. 

God, I hate his face. His idiotic, old, ugly face. The man that Amara now refused to acknowledge as her father stepped down the ramp and waltzed right up to the redheaded pirate next to Amara and began talking to him in hushed tones. Amara looked over and turned her frustration and pointed it at Heath who raised a single brow in question. He could see the anger in her features plainly but couldn't possibly understand.

"But capt'n Kirk, are you sure?" the redhead asked, quite irritably.

"Of course I am!" his voice radiated loud and clear and he walked over to Heath and clapped a hand on the young man's shoulder. They grinned at each other and the way they looked standing together like that, it made Amara think they could pass as father and son. 

The way her father smiled at Heath like he was the child her father always wanted. And the look Heath gave back, Amara could see he admired him a lot. The whole scene made her feel nauseated and made her feelings more heated. She was started to feel an annoying itch that needed to be scratched.

Finally, he looked directly at her and Amara froze. His brows knitted together in confusion, and he tilted his head slightly. Amara lowered her eyes, she couldn't stand looking at him for too long.

"And uh, who is this pretty little thing?" He drawled, stepping closer to her, still not recognizing her, he draped an arm around her shoulder and Amara was about ready to vomit. 

Is he REALLY trying to FLIRT with me?! Can't he see it's me? Have I changed THAT much since the last time we saw each other? I mean, why can't he see? WHAT THE FUCK?

"Says her name is Amara." There goes big mouth Heath, again. Amara glared at him. It wasn't his fault for anything, and she knew that, but that didn't mean she had to like him butting in every time someone talked to her either. 

She shrugged off the unwanted arm around her.

"Amara? That's funny; it's not a common name but I have a little girl named Amara, pretty close to your age, I think," her father said, and she could not believe what she heard. Was my dad always this slow? 

He continued on, "But she's staying at a friend's house nearby and... and..." his voice trailed off and she could practically see the wheels slowly turning in that obviously senile brain of his. Taking you long enough, dickhead? Or maybe you've had one too many blows to that thick skull of yours? In her mind, she was imaging herself smiling smugly and giving the old man a sharp slap across his face.