Out At Sea [Bella]

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∂αмєη
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Out At Sea [Bella] Sept 5, 2010 18:33:09 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Sept 5, 2010 18:33:09 GMT -5

The waves lap against the boat's hull, creating somewhat of a rhythm, similar to the quiet beating coming from my chest. I run my hand through my hair, shaking all the droplets of sweat out of it.
"Damn. It's going to be a hot trip boys!" I laugh, and remove my shirt. I stop and look at my stomach. My abs are very prominent, and I smile.
"Hey. Alecks! Clean the deck will ya?" I sigh.
Great. Ruin my break by giving me work.
"I'm on break Mason!" I shout. This always happens. No matter what, I will be forced to work. It's expected of me. Especially since my father was so popular as one of the hardest workers. Reality check people, I'm not my father.
"Well, the deck has to be clean. It's not gonna clean itself. And, if you clean it, I'm sure First Mate Donaher will let you hang out with his daughter on the trip." I drop what I'm doing, and run over to Mason. He's smiling and laughing. He knew I'd come to him as soon as he mentioned a girl.
"You found my weakness Mason. Now give me that mop."
I hope she's worth it Alecks. I chuckle quietly, and then turn away from Mason. If I want the deck cleaned by the time we leave, I better start now.

all I need's a whisper in a world that only shouts

Bella
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Out At Sea [Bella] Sept 6, 2010 3:51:09 GMT -5

Post by Bella on Sept 6, 2010 3:51:09 GMT -5

[[Disclaimer: I rarely, if ever, write in first person or present tense, but since you did, I gave it a shot. Apologies if it doesn't make a ton of sense =) ]]

I stand awkwardly at the wall inside the Captain's Quarters. My father and the Captain stand hunched over a map of the surrounding sea. It's stifling in here, and they've been at it for the past twenty minutes. I haven't much to do but stand here, really. It's not as though I've been fully trained as a sailor, so I won't be much help on deck. With a sweaty hand, I push my mane of red curls over my shoulder. It's too hot out to have hair this long, I decide inwardly and glance over at my father again. It doesn't seem like they'll be finished any time soon, and the cabin, with its lack of open windows, is getting warmer by the moment.

'I'm going to get some air,' I mutter, and Papa waves his hand, distractedly. Neither man looks up.

With a push, I swing the cabin door open and step out into the blazing sunlight of the deck; I can feel my skin freckling already. I'm sure to close the door gently behind me and then I turn my face to the men who are scattered about onboard.

I'm not entirely sure why I have been taken on this particular voyage. Other than 'you should learn the business', there's no real reason for me to be here. I do love being on the open water. But one look at me, and Papa can tell that I'm not exactly built for climbing in the rigging.

I walk over to the starboard rail and look down into the greenish water. I can just about make out a reflection of red. My hair is probably the only noteworthy thing about me. I let my hand lay on the rail as I follow it up to the hull. From the front of the ship I can see straight towards the horizon. It's far, very far. And the sky is a deep turquoise blue from here to the very edge of the Earth. I stare towards it for a minute, sigh resignedly then turn around, intending to rejoin my father. Between me and my father is a shirtless young man with sandy blonde hair.

I admit I'm something of a prude but I'm not immune to men.

He's good looking, okay, I quickly decide to move on. I stroll purposefully across the deck, avoiding the men working all about