Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20171229201937/@comment-27147599-20171229211203

I wrote the 2nd part, but I'm not satisfied with it 😅

After their agreement had been made, Clara was escorted to the docks, where Mr. Harrington's ship was. She lifted her head up, before finally seeing the wooden beauty. It floated on the water, and was much taller then most of the other ships.

"She's lived through many battles and storms." River mused, as he led her into the vast abode.

"She?"

"Of course, she, and her name is The Lost Mermaid." He grinned in response, and cocked the tip of his hat toward her. "Has a catchy ring to it, doesn't it? Bought her myself, with all the money I could spare when I was a lad. By the way, don't mind the crew, they can be quite obnoxious."

"Aren't all pirates, obnoxious?"

River shot her a glare. "No, believe it or not, some pirates can be good. Not all of us steal, and spend our time drinking and getting new bed mates every week, lad." He strided over to the steering wheel, starting to holler for the crew to arrive. Before Clara knew it, a group of muscular men strode onto the deck. They all had many scars and devilish glints in their dark eyes.

"Captain, whose this scrawny fellow?" A crew mate grumbled, and jabbed a finger toward her.

"One-Eye, that is our new guest, say hello to Sir Clarence Williams, son of one of the most prestigious General's in town, he needs our help to find his brother." He stated.

The crew mate who River called One-Eye let out a loud snort. "Are you telling me we have to help a scrawny boy, for no payment whatsoever?" The rest of the crew started erupting into angry chatter once the comment had been made.

"Who says you won't have payment?" Clara interjected quickly, she took the pendant out of her satchel, raising it up high in the air. The sunlight reflected off the emerald's surface, giving it a beautiful sheen. Everyone paused to stare at it's beauty for a moment. She hastily put the pendant back in her satchel, and folded her arms crossly. "I may be scrawny, but I do have something valuable that's most likely worth a lot of gold, if you pirates don't want that then I might as well find a new client."

Silence still hung in the air, before River finally shouted. "Jamie, go show our new guest his quarters." She turned her head to see, a young boy roughly the same age as her, walk over. He had warm brown eyes and tan skin paired off with tousled dirty blonde hair, like most of the crew he had a broad build. The young man led her inside, then opening up a door to her quarters. After she went into her quarters, Jamie left her alone.

She sighed, and walked into the small bathroom, deciding to draw herself a bath. Once the water filled up the tub, she stripped out of her clothes and sat down near the corner, pulling her knees up, and folding her arms against her seemingly flat chest. It had been awhile since she had taken a bath, she probably smelled like a sewer rat. Her gaze turned hard once she saw the blue and purple bruises that marked her flesh, she angrily grabbed the bar of soap. Starting to scrub her skin roughly until it turned slightly red.

The memory of how she got those bruises in the first place, entered her mind. It was after her brother was taken, his father got so angry he drank almost all the liquor in the household. Not able to keep his rage in check, he pushed her against the wall, blaming her for everything. Her brother going missing, and even for her mother disappearing.

Oh mother..

The thought of her mother, left an ache in her chest. Nobody knew why her mother had suddenly gone up and left without a trace. Clara was forced to become a mother to Max instead of a sister. She didn't mind though, in her head she had always been taking care of Max even when her mother was there. Not many cared to admit, that her mother enjoyed going to balls instead of spending time with family. Yet her poor father still showered her with gifts from exotic lands, to satisfy her needs.

Another question still lingered in her mind. Why did these pirates kidnap Max? She thought to herself, while scrubbing her skin harder. How valuable was her brother to them? Or was it possible he was already dead. Clara shook the negative thought away, and climbed out of the bathtub, she dried herself off before putting on her clothes. Then trudging out of the bathroom, she collapsed on top of the bed, her eyes were already closing.

I will find you Max..