hiding

When escaping isn't your forte

"What do you mean she's gone?" Marco tried not to sound aggravated, today was just really not his day.

Thatch almost looked like a child being caught red handed with stolen candy. He shifted his feet, refusing to look Marco in the eyes. Marco sighed again loudly, for what he pretty sure, the thousandth time today.

If I'm not careful, sighing could become a permanent noise that comes from me without any control. Marco thought sarcastically. No this wasn't his day, hell it wasn't his week. Oh, what he would give to even take a short nap. But instead, he found he was practically surrounded by adult children. The biggest being Thatch.

"I went to give her the food, and she freaked out. I didn't mean for it to happen!" Thatch pouted.

"Did you by any chance, after I explicitly told you not to, touch her? In any way?" Marco already groaned answering his own question with Thatch's track record of listening to anyone.

"I didn't think it would be a big deal! She just looked so scared; I was just trying to cheer her up."

Marco sighed. Again. "We're two days away from the last island, she has to be somewhere on board." He turned away to help conduct his own sweep of the Moby. His nap would have to wait, just like all the other hours of sleep he has yet to catch up on over the years.

She heard the door to the storage room creak open, and heavy footsteps entering. A few crates make screeching noises as the shifted around, surely in the process of looking for her. She rubbed her eyes and found herself annoyed again. She found herself being more annoyed this week than she has been in the last year. If she wasn't so annoyed she would have been slightly impressed with that fact. She had just gotten a decent rest, and the stupid pirates just didn't know how to, well... not make noise. The unknown person left the room, she could hear unintelligible conversation outside the door. She wanted to hit herself on the head as her stomach let out another growl, mentally kicking herself for dropping all the food Thatch had brought for her on the ground. If she had been smart enough, she would have grabbed some on the way out the door. She had to find herself some food, before her stomach gave her hiding spot away.

Alexia waited for what she assumed was an hour of not hearing any movement, before creeping out of the paneling. She slowly peeked out the door, after finding no one in sight, moved as quietly as she could down the hall. The hall seemed longer than necessary. Alexia didn't bother opening any of the doors, they all looked as if they wouldn't contain food, only storage. She reasoned with herself that there was no reason, to have a ship this big.

As Alexia came closer to the deck, it became obvious it was night. Aware of the vague figure in the crow's nest, a long with about five other crew members. She peered around the door frame to her left, mentally praising herself, as she managed to find the kitchen. She was amazed at the size of it. Never had she seen a space so dedicated to food, exists so largely, and clean for that matter. Within a matter of seconds, she had found food that was more than suitable for her liking. After not having anything to eat in so long, everything tasted amazing.

Alexia quickly made her way out of the kitchen, not wanting to stay in one place for too long. She new it was a slim possibility, but she had high hopes of remaining unseen until the next landfall. From there she could try and escape. Stupid plan really, but it was her only. Alexia continued to walk, finding herself going up quiet a few sets of stairs. She was absolutely amazed at how few crew members were out on the ship, especially with a prisoner (herself), missing. She heard a set of footsteps approaching the corner nearest to her, and quickly entered a room, quietly closing the door, and praying no one was present behind her.