A tall, chocolate brown woman stood at the front of th- no, bow, bow of the ship, that was the word. She stood at the bow of the ship, overlooking most of the harbor and in the distance, the alluring sea. She'd only been on the ship for a good weeks now, but still wasn't used to seeing its awe inspiring size. Her people weren't the seafaring kind, the best they had were a few small fishing boats that kept close to the shores lest they be dragged away by the currents. The last time she had been on a ship of this size was around 10 years ago, when she and her mother made their journey away from their homelands. A merchant had decided to take them along, allowing them to stow away in the cargo holds. There weren't any windows there, so she never got to see the sea from there. The only time she managed to catch a glimpse of the sea was when a few men were ordered to fetch her and bring her to the captain's quarters where she was to "pay" for his kindness. After that she hadn't been to the sea, her mother preferring to go further inland.<br/><br/>And here she was again, once more aboard such a massive vessel. It amazed her how such a thing could be afloat, it was magic to her. But as she stood there, looking intently at the rumbling clouds in the distance, she couldn't help but feel a love hate relationship with the situation. She loved the idea of exploring the world in ways her people couldn't even dream of, exploring lands they didn't even know existed and meeting people they would normally never meet. It was just the thing she needed to sate her wanderlust. And of course the chance of getting back at the so called Civilized World. When she had come aboard, she had no idea what a pirate did or even was. The explanation she received when she asked had left her satisfied, the Civilized World had always treated her like garbage and now it was time to get her revenge. But not everything was sunshine and rainbows, there was something she didn't like. Just like the Civilized World, the people here on the ship also seemed to refuse to acknowledge her bloodline. She had been assigned as the cook's assistant. Her, a Chaikora, nothing more than a help in the kitchen? She wasn't even<span style="text-decoration: underline">the cook</span>, but the<i>assistant</i>! It had been a huge hit on her ego.<br/><br/>She had been mad the first few days, though she didn't voice it. It was stupid, if she had been born under similar circumstances in this world, she would've been the equivalent of a princess! And you don't see those working in the kitchen. But after those first few days she calmed down a bit, if she was assigned to be a simple assistant, so be it. Say what you want about Thandiwe, but she had a respect for authority, even on a pirate ship.<br/><br/>Speaking of authority, as she turned around to look at the ship, she noticed their quartermaster, Louise and a few others. She had a respect for Louise, she was worthy of the title Basvaraad as she commanded with an almost iron will. Thandiwe had mostly kept to herself the past week, but had learned about a few of the crewmen. There were two who had garnered special attention from her. The first one being Bubba, a man of equal towering height and dark skin color. Which had made her wonder, was he from her lands? It wasn't uncommon for the Civilized World to raid coastal villages to take slaves. Though she'd never seen a marking such as the man had, but that could've been inflicted everywhere. The second person who had caught her attention was the small child, Weasel as he was called. It wasn't so much the child itself that captivated her, but the vision she had seen when she first saw him. Even now she could still picture it, him standing on a beach, waves crashing into him as he wept silver tears. How he aged years within seconds until he was an older, much stronger man with many ships bopping in the waves next to him. She hadn't received any such vision after that one, but maybe his nightmares would be the key? She already had a blank Tithandianasi ready, she just needed to adorn it with something to help her identify it with the child. Most likely his green eyes.<br/><br/>As for the other crew, she didn't really know them that well. Whenever she worked with Arahni, she tried to keep her distance from him. Not because she didn't like him, he seemed like a nice enough fellow, but because of that spider of his. It frightened her. In her lands there aren't many spiders, but the ones that are there are highly toxic and dangerous. So it was mostly instinct that kept her away from him, no matter how many times he told her it was perfectly safe to pet it. How someone could possibly want that thing as a pet was beyond her. Although it did do an excellent job at keeping the ship rodent free, she had to give it that.<br/><br/>She leaned back against the railing and closed her eyes, enjoying the fresh sea wind caressing her mostly naked form. Out of all the people on the ship, she must be the oddest dressed. But gods be damned if anybody told her to dress otherwise, the way she dressed was as much part of her heritage as part of her personality. If anybody needed her for something, they knew where she was. It was difficult to miss her. But for now she just wanted to enjoy the gentle bobbing of the ship, the wind of her skin and the cries of the seagulls above her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>