VARIA~My little flower

The Domina-Chapter 1

Maria POV

It was a boring, monotonous day aboard the domina, as I, Captain Maria, sat comfortably at the bow, waiting for the ship to set sail. It was a restocking day when old crewmates switched out for new ones, supplies were replenished, and apprentices were acquired. For years, ever since I'd started as a young crew member, I had continually pushed for the old crabby cook to resign. She was a stubborn old woman, every restocking day coming and going with no change. But today was different. After three years of that nonsense, she had agreed to take on an apprentice.

Violet POV

Dawn came, its rays blinding as I tumbled to the floor. Groaning, I squinted through sleep clouded eyes as my Great Aunt shook me off of my mattress. "Get UP you lazy bum!"

She screeched, her wispy white hair flying in all directions. I stumbled, standing up and fumbling for my clothes as she slammed the door behind her. I quickly pulled on my average wardrobe, a white blouse with faded violets along the neckline and gray bloomers. I yawned and plonked myself into the chair in front of my washstand. I splashed cold water on my face, rubbing my green eyes in exhaustion. I threw my short, frizzy brown hair into a bun, a few curls escaping as always. "VIOLET! Get MOVING!" my aunt yelled.

Grabbing my satchel, I jumped, and closed my door behind me. She stood there tapping her foot impatiently, "Well come on, she huffed, We don't have all day" She stuffed a bread crust into my hand "Breakfast" she said. We left the house, pushing through the crowd. "Auntie, where are we going?"

"To The Domina, of course. You're to be my cook's apprentice," she grumbled, as she plowed through the crowds. Finally, we arrived at the dock. And tethered to the port was the biggest, most magnificent ship I had ever seen. "Oh wow," I breathed, amazed at such a gigantic lovely ship. "Well, what are you waiting for, get on," She said, pushing me onto the plank. We walked up the plank, as people came on and off, carrying boxes, cargo, some rushing off into the arms of lovers. Finally, we made it to the deck. In the middle of the hubbub, there was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, sitting cross-legged on the bow. I blushed, and said " Auntie, who's that?"

Maria POV

After many hours of loading and unloading, tearful goodbyes, and emotional hellos, We finally departed from the dock. I sat up, stretching, and made my way across the deck. I began to shout the evening's commands

"Hordskin, pin the sails!"

"Navemont! You're on watch with Smith!"

"Johnson! Alvez! You both are in charge of rowing!"

With the night's commands administered, I tromped over to my quarters to wait for dinner.

Violet POV

We arrived in the galley, a cramped, dingy, musty room. A small, circular window filtered in the dying rays of sunlight. Against the wall, a small stove, a table, and a cabinet housing kitchen supplies stood. A worn rectangular table with a candelabra above sat in the center of the room.

Off to the side, two hammocks hung limply, with another circular window above one of them. My aunt stumbled tiredly toward the one without the window. "Well? She said, "get cooking!"

With that, she fell back into the hammock and began to snore. Sighing, I ambled over to the stove and got to work.

*time skip*

After a few hours, I was ready. The galley was sparklingly clean, a small bouquet of violets decorated the table, and the candelabra was lit. I stirred the potato chowder, added bay leaves, and crumbled in bacon. Then, I checked the cinnamon bread. Once everything was cooked and ready, I took my pot and pans of bread and climbed up to the dining hall.

Maria's POV

I sat at the head of the long tables of the dining table, I had claimed my seat before the hustle and bustle could start. I sat, patiently waiting for Mrs. Crabby herself to come through and begin her pot banging routine to signal dinnertime, and plonk down the most disgusting, foul-smelling substance that could hardly be called food. Instead, I heard a faint jingling and a scent of... cinnamon? The doors creaked open to reveal a girl, about my age. She was- I blushed at the thought. Beautiful. her green eyes sparkled, frizzy, curly brown hair thrown up in a bun with curls escaping it framed her dark-skinned face. Humming, she set down a large pot and pans of sweet-smelling bread. She picked up a tiny bell and rang it, her musical voice signaling dinnertime. Before I could say something to her, the doors were flung open, and thousands of crewmates swarmed in, swallowing her in the crowd. The hall was soon filled with the clinking of plates and glasses, the buzz of conversation, and the exclamations of surprise at the deliciousness of the food. I made my way over to the table where the food was and noticed a separate plate with a note attached to it.

To the girl who was sitting on the bow today, I just wanted to say-

Hey, you look lovely on this beautiful day!

-V

P.S You can find me in the kitchen.

I hope y'all liked the first part! Again, I'll be updating each Friday, so look forward to that!

Thank you so much for reading!

Until next time, 

-❤️Fiona