She brings the storm

Chapter One

(932 words)
Lazlo stood on the deck, the waves shyly tapping against the worn-down wooden planks, submerged in the glassy blue ocean. Nothing really plagued their mind, just occasional thought of what's for dinner or whether or not it was likely to rain later. It was quite pleasant standing there, only the sound of hungry seagulls to keep them company.

In summary, a perfectly normal day.

A hand gently taps on Lazlo's shoulder and,slightly alarmed, they turn around.

"You alright mate?" Grey says, shuffling beside Lazlo then placing her hands on the railing of the ship. It creaks slightly against her weight.

"Why'd you ask? Perfectly fine, no rain clouds or men overboard, exactly how it's meant to be. Not a relevant question sir."

Grey smiles, "Well, it never hurts to ask, does it? Don't have to be so defensive about it."

Lazlo rolls their eyes.
"I'm not being defensive, I'm just giving you the overview of the day and telling you whether or not your question was needed, that IS what you wanted after all."

"Yeah, sure whatever." Grey said, looking down at the ocean and inspecting the rotting wooden planks on the side of the ship, "I was definitely asking about the day, and not about your feelings and shit."    
Lazlo puts their hand in their pocket and then pulls out a small silver pocket watch.
"Oh fuck off Grey, I don't have time for this idle chatter. I have to map out the route we're going to take over the next few days-"

"You did that yesterday! Mate, you have to loosen up a little, life isn't all about patterns and routes and shit, it's about living for fuck sake!"

"Not this again-"

"SPANISH NAVAL SHIPS AHEAD CAP'IN"

Grey looks back at the helm of the ship, where Kevin (the ship's official 'steering guy') stood pointing out towards the sea. Grey quickly clambered up the stairs to the helm and followed Kevins gaze to a few ship-shaped dots just crossing the horizon.

"For fuck sake. How long do you reckon it'll take 'em to spot us, Kev?"

"Well, if 'ey gotta good eye like mine, they'd spot us already."

Grey gave out a frustrated sigh and slouched onto the ship's railings.
"Guess we just shoot 'em with cannons when we get close enough, don't feel like stabbin' any poor bastards today."

"Alrighty cap'in."

Grey walked over to the stairs and jumped a few steps before descending them properly.
"Spanish naval ships?! Shit, I'll go load the cannons, did we stock enough gunpowder when we stopped at Barbados last week?! I swear, if you used it all up while trying to hit that whale I'll bloody murder you-"

"Jesus, Lazlo, calm down. We've got plenty of time before we come anywhere near 'em, nothing to cry about-"

Before Grey could finish her sentence Lazlo had barged past her and had descended the stairs to below the deck.
Grey sighed.

"Never git a bloody word outta that one 'ey?" Kevin says, adjusting his hands on the wheel slightly and squinting his eyes to get a better look at the Spanish ships.

"Well, I'd be able to if they didn't keep runnin' off to load cannons or somethin' whenever a tiny little threat pops up. It's always 'oh no, I haven't written something down!' or 'Shit, the ship's on fire, get water!', like bloody take a break for once, it's not like we could die or somethin'!"

"That fire was some'in, coulda killed me an all."

"Well, you're not bloody dead are you! Jesus, why's everyone here so god damn paranoid?"

"We ain't bein' paranoid Cap'in, jus' don't wanna die, thas all."

Grey sighed and looked Kevin in the eye.
"...Livin's overated anyway."

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"Morticia?!"

"What- Oh, right yes, COMING!"
Morticia stood up, accidentally knocking over her inkwell and feather in the process and then rushed over to the door to her room.
"HURRY UP, WE NEED TO LEAVE FOR GOD'S SAKE."
"I'm here! I'm here- God, we don't have to leave for another 10 minutes, sir!"
Sebastian's stare could freeze over the pacific as he watched Morticia scramble down the stairs, tripping over her foot several times in the process.
"Better 10 minutes early than a few minutes late,I say!"
"Yeah, whatever." Morticia mumbled, straightening out the cravat tied around her neck and fixing the ruffles of her sleeve cuffs.

"What's that?" Sebastian said, narrowing his eyes.
"I said, yeah whatever!"
"Well if you're going to make a snide comment like that, next time speak it with proper etiquette!" Sebastian replied, swinging his coat over his shoulders ,a bit too violently though as he nearly knocked over the whole coat-rack. Morticia mumbled an apology and plucked her own coat from the now carefully balanced coat rack.

"And fix your cravat!" Sebastian ordered.

They walked out the door and onto the sandy pavement, Morticia blinked up at the bright sun above them.
"Quite a nice day today, I reckon."
Sebastian glanced at Morticia as he rushed to the slightly over-elaborate carriage.
"We're in Barbados, Morticia, every day is sunny."
"Oh, right." Morticia grumbled back as she climbed into the back of the carriage.
"You say such nonessential comments sometimes, you really should think before you speak Morticia."

"Where too sir?" The postillion asked, taking up the wip from the side of the carriage.
"What do you mean nonessential questions?!"
"Morticia, not now! To the trading market if you will-"
"Don't bloody ignore my question!"
Suddenly, the carriage stops.