Aris smirked as the captian barked at the injured man, still trying to pull the bloody piece of metal out of his foot. Sure, she didn't care to be called 'Amn'ition' but she still enjoyed the yelling all the more. The captian turned to her, who still grinned at her accomplishment.<br/><br/>And he punched that grin off her face. She fell onto the deck, face wiped clean of expression. The crew was still as the captian muttered harshly that he intended to keep his men over a pretty lass such as herself. She put a shakey hand up to her jaw and felt warm blood spill into her open mouth. She wiped her bloodied nose as the captian shoved a bucket of grimy water towards her and told her to wash up the blood she had spilled. The crowd dispersed, leaving her to her new duty.<br/><br/>Her eyes began to well up, but she willed them to stop. There was no reason to give them any more pleasure from my being hurt, she thought as she picked up the dirty rag and began to scrub the already-drying blood off the wood. She recalled a story her mother had read to her on cold, winter evenings, 'Cinderella' it was named. She knew the story by heart, and knew for a fact that Cinderella never had to scrub the blood off the deck of a flying pirate ship which she herself had spilled.<br/><br/>She continued to scrub, wondering if the captian could tell if she laced his ham with a bit of poison when she would serve it to him.