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Thanks!! Hmm now you've got me wondering if I should do an interlude here of Vin's childhood...

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Updated ~
Vin's childhood. You convinced me :3
[also I am veryveryveryveryveryveryvery sorry]

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Updated ~
Vin's childhood. You convinced me :3
[also I am veryveryveryveryveryveryvery sorry]

XD Yay!
Poor little vin. ;c You just had to put sadness in didnt you? XD Add more!

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yes x.x it was already a thing but I didnt think Id ever have to write it in! But I made it short... Anyway, Id say Im nearly halfway done with chapter eight. Its not as actiony as the rest though

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Ahhh. Less actiony is fine too ^-6

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Chapter Eight

October 2, 1707

Scarlet was at the helm as the first of sunlight woke her. It had been pointless to try and go anywhere the night before with half the crew out of their wits and the other half unconscious. Only a few of her men had managed to stay sober, though not nearly enough to sail the ship far.

She herself has a mild throbbing in her head, but ignored it easily. She had started off as early as she could, impatience itching at her like a rash. She sailed the morning with the bare minimum of men working the ropes and had spent most of it correcting mistakes made by Edwin and Warren. Her brothers knew more than she expected, but had only ever sailed on ships much smaller and were unfamiliar with most of the smaller sails. Luckily Edwin picked up on it quickly and kept Warren with him to monitor and correct his mistakes, leaving Scarlet to worry about everything else.

Meanwhile belowdecks, a good amount of the crew was still asleep. Humming quietly to himself, Sam rummaged through the kitchen until he found the only metal pot there. He stood up and smiled to himself, still humming, as he flipped it in his hand and wandered casually towards the sleeping quarters of the crew.

Once he made it in there, he began banging the pot all every hard surface he could find, weaving in and out of the maze of hammocks. “Wake up, the lot o’ ye!” He shouted over the clamor. He was met by a flurry of protest and profanities, grumbled by the other men. “Oh quit yer complainin’!” He barked. “Yer not on this ship to sleep yer lives away!”

Shaking his head, Sam tossed the pot aside and made his way over to where Vin sat, his legs swung over the edge of his hammock and his face in his hands. “Mornin’, mate!” Sam said cheerily, slapping Vin’s back and causing him to wince. “Not much of a rum drinker I take it,” Sam pointed out.

“No,” Vin admitted then looked up at Sam and let his hands fall. “Next time I think I will settle for some fine wine.”

“Aye, so yer a woman,” Sam said innocently, nodding.

“What?” Vin groaned.

“Nothing,” Sam said quickly.

“What about you?” Vin asked. “Even you could not have possibly kept track of all that you drank last night yet you hardly seemed affected at all.” He pouted slightly as if it were unfair.

Sam let out a laugh that made Vin’s head feel more like a gong. “That’s me secret. I’m always drunk,” he stated with a grin. He then walked away and grabbed a bottle left nearby by the neck, most likely left behind by one of the men the night before, and headed to the deck.

It was a good thing his hands had healed enough for there only to be a lingering soreness left behind because he would not have stayed vertical for long on a moving ship in his condition without tightly gripping any handhold he could reach.

He narrowed his eyes against the sun as he reached the deck and stood for a moment. That is when he realized something strange. He strained his ears, but for the first time since he boarded the Obsidian, the call of seagulls could not be heard. With a pang of sudden seasickness he realized they must be out in the open sea.

He rushed to the rail and gazed out at the horizon in every direction. He thought to himself that there was hardly a more sobering experience than looking out at the vast expanse of ocean surrounding you. He felt uneasy as thoughts of rogue waves and water spouts haunted his imagination. Not to mention what could possibly be an unknown length of depth beneath them. The sea was so unknown, so unpredictable. His chest tightened with anxiety.

His sights then travelled to the sky in an attempt to escape the idea of endless water. The few clouds in the sky calmed his nerves and the longer he looked, the more he could have sworn one closely resembled a rose. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, leaning heavily on the rail as his heart rate slowed. “I am not afraid,” he murmured under his breath.

“What was that?” The overly cheery voice startled Vin and a hand came down on his shoulder that made him stagger a bit.

He looked over to see Warren standing beside him bearing a broad smile. To Vin he was a stranger, though an unsettling familiarity pricked the back of his mind. He shook it of. “Nothing. It was nothing,” he answered in a low tone.

He began to walk away, but Warren continued to speak. “Hey,” he said. Vin turned to face the shorter again. “My brother told me how you saved our sister’s arse,” he said with an appreciative nod, crossing his arms. “Glad to know there are others better at keeping her alive than us,” he added with a slight hint of bitterness, but it was gone quickly.

Vin’s expression became severely confused. “Who is your sister?” He wondered briefly how much of his memory from the night before he had actually lost.

Warren raised an eyebrow but his smile stayed put. “Scarlet is,” he said with a scoff. When Vin’s expression remained clueless, he held his hand out and continued. “Warren Elmwood.”

Vin reached out and shook his hand in greeting, removing the flurry of sudden questions from his mind. “Vinazio Gi-” he paused and pressed his lips together momentarily. “Vin Espacciano,” he corrected himself.

“You sure?” Warren teased. “I could have sworn your name was Pighead.” He burst into laughter, referencing Scarlet’s colorful namecalling the night before. When Vin did not follow suit, he sputter to a stop and cleared his throat. He opened his mouth to speak again, but a hand came over his face and shoved him away.

As Warren stumbled back, Edwin stepped forward and glared at him. “Shouldn’t you be learning how to tie a proper knot?” They glowered at each other a moment before Warren decided it wasn’t worth the effort and walk away, grumbling under his breath.

Edwin then turned to face Vin with a smile and held out his hand much like his brother had. “Edwin Elmwood,” he said.

Vin smiled and shook his hand, liking this one much better. “Vin Espacciano.” Edwin was taller than Vin and therefore much taller than his other two siblings, but built similarly to Warren in other aspects. His blonde hair was not curly like theirs, but rather straight and cropped neat and short, though he bared the same blue eyes. Neither of her brothers’ were as haunting a color as Scarlet’s but they were striking nonetheless.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Vin,” Edwin said then glanced around. “Anyway, better be getting back to keeping my little brother out of trouble.” He flicked his fingers in farewell and turned to follow Warren.

Vin watched them go and leaned back onto the rail with a sigh. He looked back up to the sky but the rose shaped cloud had blown away. He hung his head for a moment and flinched slightly when he heard another pair of hands touch down lightly on the rail beside him.

“What was her name?” The voice of Finnegan made Vin look up and turn to him with a look of puzzlement.

“What do you mean?” Vin asked.

“I’m an old man, lad,” Finnegan said with a mischievous smile. “I know that look anywhere.”

Vin offered a small smile and looked back over at the horizon. He took a deep breath before answering the question. “Her name was Imilia,” he said finally.

Finnegan nodded, also looking across the water. “So who’d she leave ya for, then?” He teased.

Vin looked down and shook his head slowly. “She died. Four years ago today,” he corrected in a soft tone.

Finnegan glanced at him and the expression on Vin’s face made him regret bringing it up. “Aye, I’m sorry, lad,” he murmured.

Vin shook his head then looked at him with a tired smile. “Who left you, then?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Finnegan’s half smile returned and he shrugged. “The mother of my child,” he said. Vin looked at him in surprise, but he continued. “Eh, she was a whore.”

Vin was slightly taken aback by the blunt casualness of his last statement and decided to shake it off. “You have children?” He asked curiously.

Finnegan held up a single finger and glanced at him. “Child. A son,” he said.

“What happened to him?” Vin asked cautiously.

Finnegan did not answer, simply sighed and his eyes trailed off to the side, somewhere behind Vin.

After a moment of slight confusion, Vin hesitantly turned his body and followed his sights to where Finnegan’s had landed.

There was not anything behind him other than a very frustrated Sam peeking into the opening of an empty rum bottle. He mumbled profanities under his breath before ultimately tossing it overboard and wandering away.

Suddenly, it dawned on Vin and he spun back to look at Finnegan, who was now looking back at the ocean with a slightly scowling expression. “You mean Sam is your-”

“Yep,” Finnegan confirmed.

Vin paused in contemplation. “Why does not have your last name?”

“We agreed it would be best if nobody knew,” Finnegan said. “So he uses his mother’s surname.”

“Then why are you telling me this?” Vin asked curiously.

Finnegan looked at him with a laugh and straightened up from leaning on the rail. “Because everyone knows.”

Vin smiled and paused. “Finnegan,” he said cautiously.

The older man stopped and looked at him. “What is it, lad?”

Vin lowered his voice. “If those two are Scarlet’s brothers, then why were they not on the ship as well?”

Finnegan paused and his face grew grim. “There are some things you do not need to know,” he said simply and wandered away before Vin had the chance to continue his questioning. He figured perhaps it was indeed none of his business, but he could not help but wonder nonetheless.

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Ok I really need to make a prettier and more organized thread soon

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ooh yay! New chap! o.o Sam is finnegen's son?!Hehe, im fine with the thread, as long as i get more story! xD

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Lol yisss. ... Theyre not terribly close... Conflicting morals n all...