[h2]Step Step Swish[/h2] [h3]Cargo Bay Day 2 Night [/h3] Joint post with [@MK Blitzen], [@Gunther] [table] [row][cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281574][img] https://i.imgur.com/T64wNiT.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5277232][img] https://i.imgur.com/llnNKLx.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [/row][/table] [hider=Skye’s Music] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoRkntoHkIE[/youtube] [/hider] The sound of a hard bristled broom being pushed against the floor pricked Cyd’s ears as she padded down the steps of the cargo bay, and she semi-consciously stepped in time to the rhythm. Step-step swish, step-step swish, step-step swish. “Aweh?” she called out. Like aloha, it was both a greeting and a goodbye, suitable for all situations. A smile crossed her face when she saw Hook the cook step out of the shadows. “Howzit, Mr. Hook!” she called, happy to see the man. Jumping the last railing to the ground, she took a quick glance around, habit mostly, because it was always good to be aware of your surroundings. “I was hoping to see you.” “Well, hello, Miss Skye,” Hook responded, taken aback by the sudden appearance by the green haired young woman. Or was it blue? Maybe aquamarine is a better color to describe the lady’s hair. Joe stopped sweeping and looked up. “How may I be of assistance?” “It’s just Cyd,” she giggled. “Spelled with a C. It makes a difference.” “Ok, Miss Cyd, with a C.” Hook smiled at the young woman. He found the clarification mildly amusing. Cyd rooted around in her bag, unzipping a couple of pockets until she found what she was looking for. “I have something for you…” She smiled as she found the gold-painted metal dubloon they dug up at the Pirate Park. They were supposed to leave them, but surely one wouldn’t be missed. “This is for you. It’s… not real,” she said apologetically, pointing out the Pirate Cove mascot and logo. “I mean, you can’t spend it or anything, but on the tour they told us that pirates and soldiers used to give each other a special coin as a show of appreciation. This one is special because it has something from New Melbourne. So… Shot… thanks.” Joe looked at the coin. “Ah heard ah these from Earth that was. Yup. coins. Dubloons?” Joe tossed the coin into the air, caught it, bit it. He left a minor indentation in the metal. “Yep, its fake.” He smiled at her. “I do appreciate this, Miss Cyd. I will cherish if always. Thank you.” He bowed ever so slightly, with a minor hand wave. “Not just for the lekker dinner. It’s more -- I don’t know what I’d do without my brothers,” Cyd answered, zipping her bag back up. “I’m sorry it’s not real. The real one was a little above my paygrade. And by a little, I mean… a lot. It was lank expensive for real gold, and we have rent now. Oh! Did you hear? We rented out the port shuttle for a ways, we’ll be making a few jumps together. We’re cleaning it up now. I was just going to check and see if what we ordered was delivered yet, they’re supposed to bring it on up to the ship. That’s kiff, right?” “Ah’m not shore what [i]kiff[/i] means, but if that means it is good, shore. It is good.” Joe smiled. “Y’all will do well in that shuttle. If yah, need hep cleaning it up, let me know. I’ll give you a hand if ahm available.” Joe briefly contemplated what she said about her brothers. He understood the meaning of family. “As fer your brothers, I completely understand you wantin’ to keep them right. I loss my brothers a long time ago. Now the crew here on the [i]China Doll[/i] are mah family. Ah would do anything to protect them. If I did anything to save your brother, mebee I was trying to save my sister, Miss Abby?” The whole thing had happened in the blink of an eye, a gun aimed at Mathias, then blood- so much blood. Eish. The mist was catching up. “I don’t know. Things went sideways fast, ja nee?” She shrugged, pushing the thoughts back down where they belonged.”And I’m sorry to hear about your brothers. Gesin - that’s Saint Lo for family. You have an accent yourself - where were your gesin from?” “Ah never knew my real parents. Ah grew up on Hera. Worked on a farm. The Missus of the house taught me to cook. I learned along with her daughter, Penny.” Joe mentioned the farm in a nostalgic sense. He missed those happy days. Saddened by their loss. He was no longer smiling. His eyes bore past Cyd seeing Penelope McGinnis’ beautiful face framed in a long mane of black hair. He believed the purple bellies killed them too. “When the war ended, Ah was the sole survivor. I hopped on a ship and left Hera behind. Yea, ah talk like them. They was mah family.” Cyd put a hand comfortingly on his forearm. “I’m glad you found another family, Mr. Hook- people to look after that look after you too. Verse is a big place, I’d be skirk to be alone. I haven’t been solo - not even for a minute, as far as I know.” She lowered her voice in a conspiring tone. “Mathias was born first. I’ll be honest though, we were pretty small at the time, so…I’m not for one hundred percent he is the older twin, but I like being in the middle sommer.” “Where are y’all from?” Joe asked Cyd Skye. He wanted to change the subject back to her and her brothers. His heart sank thinking about all the people he once loved, all dead. “From all over, like nomads but originally from Saint Lo - that’s Beaumonde. Keeping my Lo-speak reminds me of who I am.” She brightened some. “Ja nee? You honor your gesin speaking Heran.” “Ah guess so...Never looked at it like that. Speaking Heran.” Joe tossed that idea around in his head. “That shore is a pleasant way of lookin’ at it.” Joe smiled. “I do appreciate the Dubloon, Miss Cyd. I really should get back to cleanin’ up round here.” “Me too,” Cyd giggled, pointing her thumb back towards the shuttle. “That’s why I’m taking my time about it. And it’s just Cyd. I’m not larny. That’s Lo-speak for fancy.” She held a pinky up to show him and used a haughty voice. “Shot, Mr. Hook! I’ll keep an eye out for our delivery. Offer stands if it gets too cold! Come by and warm up.” She turned to pad back up the cargo bay steps, two at a time. “Open invite, Aweh!” “Thank you, Miss Cyd,” Hook smiled. “Ah appreciate it.” Joe returned to sweeping the deck. "We say [i]shot![/i]" Cyd called back over her shoulder. She counted off in her head and danced up the steps in time to the rhythm. The sound of the hard bristles scraped across the floor, echoing throughout the cargo bay. Step-step-swish, step-step swish. The boat had cadence. Cyd couldn't help but smile. Rave on, China Doll.