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Log: ES Rough Beginnings
Title: Rough Beginnings
Type: RP log
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Character(s): Tenten, Sabaku no Gaara
Pairing(s): Faint hints of GaaTen (hey, they're only children >___>;)
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I own only the part that I played in this.
Note: Log originally posted November 25, 2007 for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
eternalsea RP comm. In this, Tenten is 15 and Gaara is 13.
Dedicated to: Ninja Pirates. Everywhere~
The sea breeze was fresh and warm, a familiar feeling from her days spent sailing with her father all over the South Pacific seas. But there was a sweetness to it that told of the specialness of the Caribbean. In all the years that she had spent on the open seas, there was not a place quite like this. But then again she had been confined to one region of the world, and there was just so much more out there that she had yet to see. The journey there alone had been filled with wondrous sights and new cultures. In between the vase blue ocean, she had met many people that she hoped to meet up with again for adventures beyond her current scope of experience.
And had it been any other occasion, she would have been excited about casting her eyes on this new land before her. As it was, the only reason she was here in Trinidad was because her father was planning an adventure that he had deemed to dangerous. And so for the next few weeks or so, she would be in the company of an old acquaintance of Shirou's while his ship was still in port.
It was just another day for Yondaime, another day indeed as he grumbled under his breath. The sun was hot, the sky was cloudless over head as he received word by quick messenger that the pirate lord of the eastern seas had come to see him specifically for a task to be carried out. He grumbled nothing but profanity under his breath, casting a swift glance at the crew that followed him to the docks to greet their important visitors. One of which among them was his 13 year old son. Mixed between the giant sailors as they walked.
The man raised his head to the plank, his short brown hair catching a brisk gust of wind taking a long look down the length of the ship, eyebrows knitting together in confusion, but welcome all the same. He placed his arms across his chest, awaiting for his guests to step down from their vessel.
A calming breath and she stepped onto the plank, taking steady strides behind her father up onto the deck of the ship where her father's associate seemed to be waiting with a handful of his crew. Had it been any other situation, and had she not spent the last six years of her life around such burly and unkempt men, she might have been frightened to be surrounded by so many of them now. But even if a scuffle should come of this encounter, she knew that she was safe. Her father had trained her well enough to care for herself against such adversaries. And even so, Shirou was there watching over her, as he always had since she had came to him so many years ago.
While the men negotiated, she wandered around and watched the deck hands working, always with an interested eye at just how the sailors interacted with each other to pass the time while they did their menial work. The hot sun did not seem to bother them and she assumed that they were more than likely used to the conditions in the Caribbean. It was warmer here than it was in Singapore and even the sleeveless Chinese shirt she wore was not enough for her to ignore the sweltering rays beaming down on them. But she was a fighter and did not like to complain much. It showed weakness, something she had learned long ago to avoid.
"Aye." The eldest Sabaku followed, agreeing to his old friend terms. Taking care of his little girl wasn't something he was going to be thoroughly good at. Children were not his forte, nor did he ever wish them to be. "My boy is around the same age, 2 years maybe younger I figure." He coughed out, raising a white cloth to his lips to cover the debris. The man was already sick, from what? They could not figure, but yet he still moved on, lived on in his quaint little paradise remaining here until he drew his final breath.
"He's dumb, but not deaf, he doesn't speak much...but He has a sharp eye and strong back. He will help watch over the little princess." It was like a tug out of nowhere as a hand all too familiar reached out and grasped the red head with a flinched, lightly drawing both hands to the thicker wrists of his guardian in a fearful protection for himself. The aggressive tug to the collar of his shirt was to show him off to the great pirate lord. “I would ask him to say hello, but he rarely says a word."
Pale eyes, laced with dark sockets scanned over the taller man, that seemed to tower over the young boys shorter height in comparison to... Well, anyone. His jaw dropped in awe, but yet said nothing in return as his father predicted. Turning his head to the side swiftly as not to out step his bounds, and maybe draw less attention to the fire red hair that barely covered that imperfection labeled to his forehead.
Deep brown eyes turned at the not so customary introduction, finding the hairs on the back of her neck rising at the mere sound of the man's voice as he spoke. There was something not right about him. Thought it was sufficient to say that any man willing to deal with pirates would no doubt possess a few lines of insanity, but there was something more she was feeling. In the land where spirituality was as a part of life as any other aspect of living, she had learned to trust her instincts long ago. And the fearfulness, or perhaps the simple silence of the young boy that was to be his son was enough to tell her that their relationship was anything but loving. And his words towards the young lad only supported her thoughts.
His red hair was a lovely shade, she would remember thinking years later, matching perfectly with the marking on his forehead. It was difficult to see exactly what it was, the boy had seemed determined to hide it and did it well enough from her vantage point. But what caught here was his eyes, green as the jaded stones of her home and beautiful beyond imagining. Shirou seemed to smile at his daughter's curiosity, and he shared her thoughts about the relationship between the merchant and his son. "I'm sure he's smarter than you give him credit for. People understand far more than they would lead you to believe."
"HA, hasn't spoken much since he was born and the brats mother passed." He scoffed, turning his attention to he bright tuff of red hair turned downward to his feet. It was a toss to the side, letting the little rat go from his grip making the boy stumble to catch his footing. It was a slick move, the boy was fast and slipped once again behind the sea of sailors that had tried to protect him the best they could from the wrath of the captain merchant.. But again not much could be done as he was their pay, their food on the table.
Gaara kept his pale eyes glued to the dock, aqua orbs shifting soundlessly to the corners of his dark sockets to the young woman his father was to watch over. He couldn't help but snarl to himself, his fingers tugging idly at one another trying to hide the dirt an soot that stained his hands. This girl, was going to be treated better than he was by his own flesh and blood, SHE was going to get the protection he longed for in a father, the loving care from someone whom was suppose to for him. A pierce of anger shot though the young mans soul, an emotion of sheer utter hate, a feeling uncontrollable someone whom wasn't their fault.
"Boy, take Tenten to where she will be staying on the ship." His booming voice snapped him out of his train of thought, a light jump and twitch as his eyes turned to the floor again, the burning hate melted away...for Now.
"Just because he doesn't speak, doesn't mean he doesn't understand. Even a mute understand the chaos around him." And she agreed with her father's words, having known a mute that was once a part of their crew, long miles dead and sleeping at the bottom of Davy Jones' locker somewhere in the Caspian Sea. Never spoke a word in his life from what her father could understand, but he was a well trusted man, had even saved Shirou's life on one occasion or two if the stories were true. He had been one of a handful of men that had came to see her when she was still with her mother. He had been her favorite, always willing to keep her company when the other men thought her too troublesome to care. It was from him that she had learned to read people, because what other way could she communicate with one who had no words to speak with and yet a soul that had so much to say?
And it was with that wordless exchange that she focused her attention on the young boy again, seeing the hidden emotions fade in and out with every move he made, subtle. Not that this merchant captain would care to notice the way he spoke of his son and treated him, more like a dog than a person. If there was anything she cared less for, it was mistreatment of any sort towards those who held no control over their destiny.
But her father had taught her to be respectful and so she kept her mouth shut, following behind as the young boy led the way to where she would be staying for the next few weeks. And she ignored the way she cringed at the sound of her name on the merchant's tongue, her skin crawling and yearning to be washed free of the filth of his character.
He moved soundlessly, almost in a graceful manner light on his feet as he taught himself to be many things to hide from a suppresses. Things had just passed on through daily life unknowing, just doing naturally. He not spoke a word not even as he had guided the young woman to the ship, opening the door to walk in with her things first not bothering to hold to hold it open for her like a normal gentlemen he had seen do for ladies before.
But his gaze could not help but fall upon the young girl not much older than he, very pretty with her almond shaped eyes, brown orbs and jet black hair, much contrast from his own. Turning his gaze upward to catch a glimpse of his own bright hair as if to compare them mentally. She shook from his thoughts, cringing at the slight bow in respect for this... Princess, so his father had called her. But her father... A kind word? In regards to his brilliance his father chose to ignore?
"I actually know 3 languages, I'm working on a 4th. That man knows nothing about me." He stated bluntly, in a quiet but deep tone of voice. Deep for a 13 year old. With that information he dipped lower to bowed out.
She watched him without a word, taking note of his height (it was something hard to miss) and the way he stood when in the presence of any one of the crew aboard the ship, always with his head lowered and always with a wordless nod. There were many similarities between this boy and the crewman that used to work with her father, and there were quite a few differences as well. Where this boy, Gaara as she had heard one of the other men call him, seemed to live in solitude, her father's man had thrived on the company of others, always with a smile. Not so with this boy who had seemed...fearful of his father, something a child should never have to be with a parent. And perhaps it was her own upbringing that rendered such emotions. She had seen cruelties far worse in her life, impoverish conditions that brought a state of living beyond death and dying that made the concept of ending a life far less menacing. But those conditions had been uncontrollable. This merchant sailor was in good health, though it was clear that it seemed to be failing, or had simply begun to fail.
He had lived a full life. What he had chosen to do with it and the mistakes he had made were his own accord. Gaara should not be blamed nor punished for something that was not his doing. His aqua eyes should not fill with fear or hate upon seeing his father, nor scowl at his words. Eyes like his were simply too beautiful and rare to be wasted on such things. And then there was the sound of his voice...
His voice! The statement was so unexpected that she thought she had imagined it, not seeming to belong to the young man that stood before her...of the one who was walking away without another word more. "...Clearly he doesn't. A fourth, you say? ...Impressive."
He curled his lip as she spoke to him, down like he did but she was woman.. Why and how could he have taken such verbal tones. But he learned through these hard years that it was far better to bite your tongue than allow the reputation of tempered red-heads get the better of him. It was a bold remark on her part, there was one person who ordered him around he was not about to allow this pint size pirate princess do the same.
"Well, I will be going then...be Cautious not to get your pretty cloths dirty." His eyes narrowed in an icy glare, tilting his chin up smug, for this was possibly the one and only time he would get away with it. It would have been just his luck to turn a face his father that instant and get what came to him in a swift lash of violent anger. Even casting a nervous glance over his shoulder could not prepare what awaited the young boy to his torment stepping through the door, perhaps to see if his young guest was satisfied with her room.
It was in an instant Gaara was snatched up by the scruff of the neck, pale eyes widened to the fury that was about to be released, his breath quickened preparing for what was to come. Why? Why now? Why in front of her....his Thought inwardly arguing. His facial expression turned flat, almost relaxed as he had learned to take massive amount of pain by the elders hand.
"Are you mocking our pretty little guest boy...your Stupidity goes far beyond comprehension." His son said nothing, avoid the contact with the young woman watching the show. Gaara remained quiet, his arms limp as his than body was tugged like a rag doll.
She allowed herself to be amused at his actions for a moment, however all thoughts of mockery and teasing left with the icy chill of realization when they both finally noticed the merchant's presence in her temporary quarters. The visible difference in Gaara's demeanor was hard to miss, the confidence (and arrogance) that he held only moments before disappeared and in its wake came a more...fearful side, if it could be called that. Perhaps it was a mixture of shock and anger to imitate the look of fear, because she had a hard time believing that this young boy could be afraid of anything the way he had spoken to her. But then again, such a trait as fear was something no one would proudly claim, especially a pirate. She felt a bit of it herself, for his sake, though kept her expressions trained on an evened reaction as the large man picked up his son by the scruff of his collar without a second thought to her presence in the room, as if it were any other day. He would not dare lay a hand on the boy in front of her...would he? And once more, could they risk the chance? She was not against violence when necessary, but nothing of the situation rendered such a course of action. And so she felt inclined to do...something at the very least instead of standing there helplessly watching.
Gathering up her courage, or at least enough of it, she stepped up to the ship's captain and placed a hand on his arm, drawing both their attentions to her, such was the attentiveness her position as the Pirate Lord's daughter demanded. "I think...that is quite enough...Sir. After all, you said it yourself, Captain, the boy cannot speak, too dumb to manage it were your exact words, I think..." At that statement, her eyes shifted to the jaded green that she had so admired before in a wordless glance that spoke volumes. She was hoping on the small chance that the merchant had only stepped in during the very end of their conversation with her scowling and Gaara and him looking smug in his confidence. "It would be very hard to mock someone without the gift of tongue, would you not agree? I was merely commenting on my father's decision in treating me like a worthless trinket in his vast collection of jewels, hence my less than charming disposition."
His lips closed over tightly, the woman protecting him? She does not understand, she saves him now and he would be dubbed even weaker than when his father had entered. It was a baffle considering his father hand not known to care of woman being so verbal in his presents her words caused a change in the grip he had on his son, allowing his feet to hit the floor in an unsteady balance.
"You are lucky today boy, be gone." Gaara did not need him to repeat the words twice when he frantically ran from sight, in a fit of hate for this woman who dared meddle between them. He had learned to take what was given, to grow stronger each time, to build up more of a tolerance to unimaginable pain unexpected from a 13 year old boy. This woman... Saved him? Grinding his teeth as he stepped out on deck, the heat of the Caribbean sun beamed high over head as the cargo ship had already casted off, making their way across the tropical seas.
"Lucky this time hey Gaara." A young sailor managed to spit out between labored pulls against a thick rope. "we need your help though, grab a line if your able, and nothings broken." He silently stepped closer to his fellow crew mate grasping a firm hold to the same rope and pulled in time with him. Empty eyes lifted to the work rising one of the main sails to catch the warm winds to aid on their way. This was going to be a long 2 weeks, he figured ducking and hide wont be enough, now to avoid this little pirate wretch who thinks she can save someone like Gaara from his own demon.
Wordlessly she watched him disappear out of the door, leaving her standing there with the vile man he had the pleasure of calling father. And despite the nausea she felt at being left alone with the merchant, it was just as well. Better she be subjected to the man's presence than to stand a silent witness to the torment of his son. On the whole, the young girl supposed it might have been better off to leave well enough alone, for Gaara to deal with the situation in his own way as he no doubt had done for years now. But she had been quiet for long enough, the first nine years of her life spent in obedient silence in the presence of a man because she was considered unworthy, unimportant simply because she had been brought into the world a woman. No, never again would she be silenced.
"You have an interesting way of running your ship, Captain." And it was with strong strength of will to withstand the feeling of his hand moving to rest on her shoulder, gripping it a bit more tightly than she would have liked and moving in closer than what would have been comfortable, the smell of rum clear on his breath when he spoke. "Never you mind about that, my dear. Simply enjoy your stay as your father wished."
And with that he was gone, leaving her with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. This man was not who he appeared to be, typical among those in the pirate profession and their chosen allies. But this was on a level that even she had yet to experience in her long years living the life. Shutting the doors of her quarters, she turned and began unpacking her things. "This will be an interesting few weeks indeed."
Type: RP log
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Character(s): Tenten, Sabaku no Gaara
Pairing(s): Faint hints of GaaTen (hey, they're only children >___>;)
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I own only the part that I played in this.
Note: Log originally posted November 25, 2007 for the
eternalsea RP comm. In this, Tenten is 15 and Gaara is 13.Dedicated to: Ninja Pirates. Everywhere~
The sea breeze was fresh and warm, a familiar feeling from her days spent sailing with her father all over the South Pacific seas. But there was a sweetness to it that told of the specialness of the Caribbean. In all the years that she had spent on the open seas, there was not a place quite like this. But then again she had been confined to one region of the world, and there was just so much more out there that she had yet to see. The journey there alone had been filled with wondrous sights and new cultures. In between the vase blue ocean, she had met many people that she hoped to meet up with again for adventures beyond her current scope of experience.
And had it been any other occasion, she would have been excited about casting her eyes on this new land before her. As it was, the only reason she was here in Trinidad was because her father was planning an adventure that he had deemed to dangerous. And so for the next few weeks or so, she would be in the company of an old acquaintance of Shirou's while his ship was still in port.
It was just another day for Yondaime, another day indeed as he grumbled under his breath. The sun was hot, the sky was cloudless over head as he received word by quick messenger that the pirate lord of the eastern seas had come to see him specifically for a task to be carried out. He grumbled nothing but profanity under his breath, casting a swift glance at the crew that followed him to the docks to greet their important visitors. One of which among them was his 13 year old son. Mixed between the giant sailors as they walked.
The man raised his head to the plank, his short brown hair catching a brisk gust of wind taking a long look down the length of the ship, eyebrows knitting together in confusion, but welcome all the same. He placed his arms across his chest, awaiting for his guests to step down from their vessel.
A calming breath and she stepped onto the plank, taking steady strides behind her father up onto the deck of the ship where her father's associate seemed to be waiting with a handful of his crew. Had it been any other situation, and had she not spent the last six years of her life around such burly and unkempt men, she might have been frightened to be surrounded by so many of them now. But even if a scuffle should come of this encounter, she knew that she was safe. Her father had trained her well enough to care for herself against such adversaries. And even so, Shirou was there watching over her, as he always had since she had came to him so many years ago.
While the men negotiated, she wandered around and watched the deck hands working, always with an interested eye at just how the sailors interacted with each other to pass the time while they did their menial work. The hot sun did not seem to bother them and she assumed that they were more than likely used to the conditions in the Caribbean. It was warmer here than it was in Singapore and even the sleeveless Chinese shirt she wore was not enough for her to ignore the sweltering rays beaming down on them. But she was a fighter and did not like to complain much. It showed weakness, something she had learned long ago to avoid.
"Aye." The eldest Sabaku followed, agreeing to his old friend terms. Taking care of his little girl wasn't something he was going to be thoroughly good at. Children were not his forte, nor did he ever wish them to be. "My boy is around the same age, 2 years maybe younger I figure." He coughed out, raising a white cloth to his lips to cover the debris. The man was already sick, from what? They could not figure, but yet he still moved on, lived on in his quaint little paradise remaining here until he drew his final breath.
"He's dumb, but not deaf, he doesn't speak much...but He has a sharp eye and strong back. He will help watch over the little princess." It was like a tug out of nowhere as a hand all too familiar reached out and grasped the red head with a flinched, lightly drawing both hands to the thicker wrists of his guardian in a fearful protection for himself. The aggressive tug to the collar of his shirt was to show him off to the great pirate lord. “I would ask him to say hello, but he rarely says a word."
Pale eyes, laced with dark sockets scanned over the taller man, that seemed to tower over the young boys shorter height in comparison to... Well, anyone. His jaw dropped in awe, but yet said nothing in return as his father predicted. Turning his head to the side swiftly as not to out step his bounds, and maybe draw less attention to the fire red hair that barely covered that imperfection labeled to his forehead.
Deep brown eyes turned at the not so customary introduction, finding the hairs on the back of her neck rising at the mere sound of the man's voice as he spoke. There was something not right about him. Thought it was sufficient to say that any man willing to deal with pirates would no doubt possess a few lines of insanity, but there was something more she was feeling. In the land where spirituality was as a part of life as any other aspect of living, she had learned to trust her instincts long ago. And the fearfulness, or perhaps the simple silence of the young boy that was to be his son was enough to tell her that their relationship was anything but loving. And his words towards the young lad only supported her thoughts.
His red hair was a lovely shade, she would remember thinking years later, matching perfectly with the marking on his forehead. It was difficult to see exactly what it was, the boy had seemed determined to hide it and did it well enough from her vantage point. But what caught here was his eyes, green as the jaded stones of her home and beautiful beyond imagining. Shirou seemed to smile at his daughter's curiosity, and he shared her thoughts about the relationship between the merchant and his son. "I'm sure he's smarter than you give him credit for. People understand far more than they would lead you to believe."
"HA, hasn't spoken much since he was born and the brats mother passed." He scoffed, turning his attention to he bright tuff of red hair turned downward to his feet. It was a toss to the side, letting the little rat go from his grip making the boy stumble to catch his footing. It was a slick move, the boy was fast and slipped once again behind the sea of sailors that had tried to protect him the best they could from the wrath of the captain merchant.. But again not much could be done as he was their pay, their food on the table.
Gaara kept his pale eyes glued to the dock, aqua orbs shifting soundlessly to the corners of his dark sockets to the young woman his father was to watch over. He couldn't help but snarl to himself, his fingers tugging idly at one another trying to hide the dirt an soot that stained his hands. This girl, was going to be treated better than he was by his own flesh and blood, SHE was going to get the protection he longed for in a father, the loving care from someone whom was suppose to for him. A pierce of anger shot though the young mans soul, an emotion of sheer utter hate, a feeling uncontrollable someone whom wasn't their fault.
"Boy, take Tenten to where she will be staying on the ship." His booming voice snapped him out of his train of thought, a light jump and twitch as his eyes turned to the floor again, the burning hate melted away...for Now.
"Just because he doesn't speak, doesn't mean he doesn't understand. Even a mute understand the chaos around him." And she agreed with her father's words, having known a mute that was once a part of their crew, long miles dead and sleeping at the bottom of Davy Jones' locker somewhere in the Caspian Sea. Never spoke a word in his life from what her father could understand, but he was a well trusted man, had even saved Shirou's life on one occasion or two if the stories were true. He had been one of a handful of men that had came to see her when she was still with her mother. He had been her favorite, always willing to keep her company when the other men thought her too troublesome to care. It was from him that she had learned to read people, because what other way could she communicate with one who had no words to speak with and yet a soul that had so much to say?
And it was with that wordless exchange that she focused her attention on the young boy again, seeing the hidden emotions fade in and out with every move he made, subtle. Not that this merchant captain would care to notice the way he spoke of his son and treated him, more like a dog than a person. If there was anything she cared less for, it was mistreatment of any sort towards those who held no control over their destiny.
But her father had taught her to be respectful and so she kept her mouth shut, following behind as the young boy led the way to where she would be staying for the next few weeks. And she ignored the way she cringed at the sound of her name on the merchant's tongue, her skin crawling and yearning to be washed free of the filth of his character.
He moved soundlessly, almost in a graceful manner light on his feet as he taught himself to be many things to hide from a suppresses. Things had just passed on through daily life unknowing, just doing naturally. He not spoke a word not even as he had guided the young woman to the ship, opening the door to walk in with her things first not bothering to hold to hold it open for her like a normal gentlemen he had seen do for ladies before.
But his gaze could not help but fall upon the young girl not much older than he, very pretty with her almond shaped eyes, brown orbs and jet black hair, much contrast from his own. Turning his gaze upward to catch a glimpse of his own bright hair as if to compare them mentally. She shook from his thoughts, cringing at the slight bow in respect for this... Princess, so his father had called her. But her father... A kind word? In regards to his brilliance his father chose to ignore?
"I actually know 3 languages, I'm working on a 4th. That man knows nothing about me." He stated bluntly, in a quiet but deep tone of voice. Deep for a 13 year old. With that information he dipped lower to bowed out.
She watched him without a word, taking note of his height (it was something hard to miss) and the way he stood when in the presence of any one of the crew aboard the ship, always with his head lowered and always with a wordless nod. There were many similarities between this boy and the crewman that used to work with her father, and there were quite a few differences as well. Where this boy, Gaara as she had heard one of the other men call him, seemed to live in solitude, her father's man had thrived on the company of others, always with a smile. Not so with this boy who had seemed...fearful of his father, something a child should never have to be with a parent. And perhaps it was her own upbringing that rendered such emotions. She had seen cruelties far worse in her life, impoverish conditions that brought a state of living beyond death and dying that made the concept of ending a life far less menacing. But those conditions had been uncontrollable. This merchant sailor was in good health, though it was clear that it seemed to be failing, or had simply begun to fail.
He had lived a full life. What he had chosen to do with it and the mistakes he had made were his own accord. Gaara should not be blamed nor punished for something that was not his doing. His aqua eyes should not fill with fear or hate upon seeing his father, nor scowl at his words. Eyes like his were simply too beautiful and rare to be wasted on such things. And then there was the sound of his voice...
His voice! The statement was so unexpected that she thought she had imagined it, not seeming to belong to the young man that stood before her...of the one who was walking away without another word more. "...Clearly he doesn't. A fourth, you say? ...Impressive."
He curled his lip as she spoke to him, down like he did but she was woman.. Why and how could he have taken such verbal tones. But he learned through these hard years that it was far better to bite your tongue than allow the reputation of tempered red-heads get the better of him. It was a bold remark on her part, there was one person who ordered him around he was not about to allow this pint size pirate princess do the same.
"Well, I will be going then...be Cautious not to get your pretty cloths dirty." His eyes narrowed in an icy glare, tilting his chin up smug, for this was possibly the one and only time he would get away with it. It would have been just his luck to turn a face his father that instant and get what came to him in a swift lash of violent anger. Even casting a nervous glance over his shoulder could not prepare what awaited the young boy to his torment stepping through the door, perhaps to see if his young guest was satisfied with her room.
It was in an instant Gaara was snatched up by the scruff of the neck, pale eyes widened to the fury that was about to be released, his breath quickened preparing for what was to come. Why? Why now? Why in front of her....his Thought inwardly arguing. His facial expression turned flat, almost relaxed as he had learned to take massive amount of pain by the elders hand.
"Are you mocking our pretty little guest boy...your Stupidity goes far beyond comprehension." His son said nothing, avoid the contact with the young woman watching the show. Gaara remained quiet, his arms limp as his than body was tugged like a rag doll.
She allowed herself to be amused at his actions for a moment, however all thoughts of mockery and teasing left with the icy chill of realization when they both finally noticed the merchant's presence in her temporary quarters. The visible difference in Gaara's demeanor was hard to miss, the confidence (and arrogance) that he held only moments before disappeared and in its wake came a more...fearful side, if it could be called that. Perhaps it was a mixture of shock and anger to imitate the look of fear, because she had a hard time believing that this young boy could be afraid of anything the way he had spoken to her. But then again, such a trait as fear was something no one would proudly claim, especially a pirate. She felt a bit of it herself, for his sake, though kept her expressions trained on an evened reaction as the large man picked up his son by the scruff of his collar without a second thought to her presence in the room, as if it were any other day. He would not dare lay a hand on the boy in front of her...would he? And once more, could they risk the chance? She was not against violence when necessary, but nothing of the situation rendered such a course of action. And so she felt inclined to do...something at the very least instead of standing there helplessly watching.
Gathering up her courage, or at least enough of it, she stepped up to the ship's captain and placed a hand on his arm, drawing both their attentions to her, such was the attentiveness her position as the Pirate Lord's daughter demanded. "I think...that is quite enough...Sir. After all, you said it yourself, Captain, the boy cannot speak, too dumb to manage it were your exact words, I think..." At that statement, her eyes shifted to the jaded green that she had so admired before in a wordless glance that spoke volumes. She was hoping on the small chance that the merchant had only stepped in during the very end of their conversation with her scowling and Gaara and him looking smug in his confidence. "It would be very hard to mock someone without the gift of tongue, would you not agree? I was merely commenting on my father's decision in treating me like a worthless trinket in his vast collection of jewels, hence my less than charming disposition."
His lips closed over tightly, the woman protecting him? She does not understand, she saves him now and he would be dubbed even weaker than when his father had entered. It was a baffle considering his father hand not known to care of woman being so verbal in his presents her words caused a change in the grip he had on his son, allowing his feet to hit the floor in an unsteady balance.
"You are lucky today boy, be gone." Gaara did not need him to repeat the words twice when he frantically ran from sight, in a fit of hate for this woman who dared meddle between them. He had learned to take what was given, to grow stronger each time, to build up more of a tolerance to unimaginable pain unexpected from a 13 year old boy. This woman... Saved him? Grinding his teeth as he stepped out on deck, the heat of the Caribbean sun beamed high over head as the cargo ship had already casted off, making their way across the tropical seas.
"Lucky this time hey Gaara." A young sailor managed to spit out between labored pulls against a thick rope. "we need your help though, grab a line if your able, and nothings broken." He silently stepped closer to his fellow crew mate grasping a firm hold to the same rope and pulled in time with him. Empty eyes lifted to the work rising one of the main sails to catch the warm winds to aid on their way. This was going to be a long 2 weeks, he figured ducking and hide wont be enough, now to avoid this little pirate wretch who thinks she can save someone like Gaara from his own demon.
Wordlessly she watched him disappear out of the door, leaving her standing there with the vile man he had the pleasure of calling father. And despite the nausea she felt at being left alone with the merchant, it was just as well. Better she be subjected to the man's presence than to stand a silent witness to the torment of his son. On the whole, the young girl supposed it might have been better off to leave well enough alone, for Gaara to deal with the situation in his own way as he no doubt had done for years now. But she had been quiet for long enough, the first nine years of her life spent in obedient silence in the presence of a man because she was considered unworthy, unimportant simply because she had been brought into the world a woman. No, never again would she be silenced.
"You have an interesting way of running your ship, Captain." And it was with strong strength of will to withstand the feeling of his hand moving to rest on her shoulder, gripping it a bit more tightly than she would have liked and moving in closer than what would have been comfortable, the smell of rum clear on his breath when he spoke. "Never you mind about that, my dear. Simply enjoy your stay as your father wished."
And with that he was gone, leaving her with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. This man was not who he appeared to be, typical among those in the pirate profession and their chosen allies. But this was on a level that even she had yet to experience in her long years living the life. Shutting the doors of her quarters, she turned and began unpacking her things. "This will be an interesting few weeks indeed."