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All anyone could see or remember about her were that her lips were pink. But they were not the innocent pink you would paint a little girl’s room. It was a rare shade of innocence, the kind everyone wants a taste of. The color of a cherry blossom with a tint crismon; delicate, but rugged enough to want them alone. They are all they ever remember, the lustful shade of pink.
The man in front her focused on her lips, not the words that came from them, nor the knife she held to his neck. She rolled her eyes as his stayed on her mouth. She put the knife back in her pocket and pushed him against the table.
“Men, always useless,” she scoffed. Her first mate beside her chuckling. They began walking towards the exit of the bar, stopping at the door. “Loot them,” she ordered with a smile on her face.
“Yes, Captain,” her first mate saulted her and shouted back to the crew. The captain left her ladies to the work, strolling back to the dock. She walked onto her ship, heading towards her private cabin.
Running her hands through her loose hair, she knocked off her hat. She groaned and picked it up, dusting it off. She threw it on her desk, slumping into her chair. She bashed her head against the table, wanting to cry, but not being able to. The thought made her need to cry stronger. She was no closer to where she needed to be. She punched the desk, breaking the wood, blood rushed from her hand. She moaned and huffed quick breaths.
“Fucking Skywalkers,” she blamed. Everything bad that would, or had, happened to her was put on their name.
“Ma'am,” her first mate knocked at her door.
“Come in,” she answered, looking for a rag to wrap her hand around.
“Here,” she offered a rag to her captain. She took it, quickly covering her hand. “Should I set for sail?” She asked, not daring to speak about her hand.
“Yes, we’re heading to Acera,” she stared at the map, knowing well enough it was a place she could find information.
“That’s a long way, are you sure?” She scratched her head.
“I’m the captain here, aren’t I Jaime?” She scolded. Jaime nodded and ran off to order the crew for sail.
The ship shook slightly as the current pushed against them. “Throw the anchor, we’ll wait for the current to change,” the Captain yelled to the women from the rudder.
The old rusty anchor plopped into the ocean, stopping the ship. The Captain walked down to the main part of the deck. Everyone moved out of her way as she headed below deck. She had run out of rum in her private quarters and she was hoping they still had some left before their next stop.
“Looking for anything Rey?” A young woman slightly older than her asked.
“Rum,” she answered honestly, not questioning how she knew it was her.
“I’ve said it before,” the young woman began.
“And you’ll say it again,” Rey continued.
“There shouldn’t be rum on a ship,” they sang in unison.
“Can’t help myself, I’ve always liked my rum on a ship, Ruth May. You should know better,” Rey turned, around and walked to the shelf looking for the least dusty bottle.
“As your doctor, I suggest you drink something else, maybe some water,” Ruth May offered a clear bottle of water to her. Rey rejected it pushing the bottle back into her chest.
“Why drink water, we have rum,” she pointed at the bottle and then realized it was pointless to point at something she couldn’t see. “Besides you aren’t really a doctor anymore.”
“Why must everything be so rough with you?” Rey began walking back to the deck, Ruth May on her tail, following the sound.
“Jaime, give a bottle of rum to everyone! No working tonight!” She yelled loudly enough for most of the crew to hear. Petty was Rey, rather than to listen to Ruth May.
The crew cheered at the announcement, happy they finally got a free night. They knew it would be the only one, a ship needed constant maintenance, one night of no work would mean having to catch up the next day. They although were fine, knowing Rey would haul them too hard.
“Captain, do you really think a night of no work is a good idea?” Jaime asked before Rey did anything more rash.
“Jaime, you worry too much, one night won’t kill anyone. Besides Acera will still be there,” Rey patted her shoulder.
“Ruth May, what do you think?” Jaime ignored Rey, asking the doctor.
“They sound happy to me, and if I could see I’m sure they’d look happy,” Ruth May sighed, “But let Rey do what she wants,” Jaime exhaled and nodded, not that Ruth May could see.
Rey walked towards the edge of the ship, Ruth May leaning against the railing beside her.
“We’re going to Acera?” She asked, wanting some of Rey’s drink, but never going to get it.
“I need to find Skywalker,” her voice was strained, not liking to think about them.
“He’s dead, there’s no one to find,” her voice broke.
“Yeah you killed him, but he has offspring. And I’m sure they are more than enough to pay for what he did to me,” her words escaped through her grinding teeth. Tears never came to her eyes; she gripped the railing.
“If you continue to think like this it will bring you, us, down,” Ruth May placed her hand over Rey’s. “Now, calm yourself down, you're a captain,” she left her side.
Rey was left to stare at the ocean. One little tear dripped into the water, but it would never be quiet it enough for Rey to hear that sound again, like she once did when she was young. But now as a young woman, she could hardly remember a moment after that that there was quiet.
She wiped her eyes, which were not wet because she could not cry. She raised her hand. “Jaime, my hat?” She yelled. Seconds later, her hat was placed in her hand. She placed it on her head, picked her bottle of rum from the floor and gulped down half of it.
“To Skywalker,” she whispered , the words hardly leaving her lips.
Her hand slammed down on the table, shaking the unstable wood.
“Answer the question and you’ll get your gold,” she spoke through her teeth.
“I know where one of the offsprings resides. Her location was well kept, but she feels safe in her country. Guarded,” the woman’s green eyes sparkled as she spoke, staring down at Rey’s lips.
“Where is she?” Her voice was more demanding.
“She’s a political leader, you will start wars, riots all over the seas,” the woman ranted.
“Haha, please,” Rey chuckled, “I could not care less about the political issues involved. I’m a pirate, not a diplomat,” she spit the words.
“And if you’re captured, you won’t accuse me of given you the information?” Her eyes traced back to her lips.
“As I had just claimed, I’m a pirate,” she stood, leaning against the table. The top of her breast in view of the woman.
“Uh,” she stared down at them. “She’s a political leader in Alderaan,” her words stuttered out.
“That was simple enough,” Rey dropped the pouch of gold on the table.
Rey turned leaving the bar and hurrying to the docks. She almost ran, but she wanted to skip. It was a foolish thought to skip, but she had not been that happy since a day she no longer remembered.
“Set the sails!” She screamed in joy to her crew.
The crew got to work immediately. Rey ran to the rudder, ready to steer. Her teeth shone through her smile, both bottom and top gleamed white.
“We’re going to Alderaan!” The excitement in her throat came as a shout. “I’m coming for you Skywalker,” she spoke to herself.
The wind blew through her hair and she could taste the salt on her lips. She had never felt more free from the pain that held her heart.