Today was just not Naeema's day. She woke up with her feet hanging off her bed, which should've warned her of her coming bad luck. But the girl foolishly ignored the sign and prepared for her day. She had a tight schedule to keep to and couldn't risk any oversight. After braiding her hair back, out of her face, the girl set off on foot towards the former household of a Mister Grank. Not a nice name, for not a nice man. He was, however, very very rich. In fact, he was the one who funded this little port towns creation. In his day, he was an extremely powerful man who owned the everything from the lowest saloon to the bank. And did he love his bank. Mr Grank loved his bank and his money so much, he commissioned a tunnel to be built. From his cellar, to the vault it ran.
It was of course now out of use, for Grank had died many years ago. And his house had been turned into a museum, in honor of the honorless man. It was against the rules to even enter the cellar. Plus, the museum was closed on Sundays.
Fortunately, Naeema didn't work regular hours. She reached the museum and carefully picked the sad excuse for a lock. The house wasn't as impressive as it once must've been. It seemed small and damp, the smell of the sea sunk unto the old rugs and wood. The walls were lined with pictures of the old man, with eyes that followed her. The girl frowned and waved to one. "Hey. Hi. You're looking good." She bowed grandly and laughed. Not like he needed the money anymore.
She moved through the old, rickety halls, towards the kitchens. The walks boasted of how he once used a pasta or something, Naeema didn't look to closely. She moved to the big door tucked away in the corner and opened it. Stale air whooshed upwards and she stumbled back, shaking her head. Gross.
Naeema moved down the stairs carefully and looked for a second door. She found it, soon enough, hidden behind a sad little stack of pots and pans. This door opened to a tunnel. Long and straight, with little light. Lighting a torch, the young thief took off, coursing herself. She'd underestimated the distance. She ran as quick as she could, fearing her window would be missed. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your outlook, she didn't. The girl came to the ladder and climbed up quickly. She pulled the hatcher down and yelped as two bags of gold fell down, just missing her head. Jackpot.
She hurried up into the vault, tossing down bags of gold, silver and whatever else she could find. Her heart thrilled at all this, though it dropped when she heard a voice behind her.
"Ahem.." Naeema turned slowly, eyes wide. There stood the banker, a town guard and a little old woman who was coming to view the objects in her late husbands deposit box.
You can't account for death, the thief supposed.
There was a short scuffle, which ended with the brown skinned girl escaping onto the street. By now, every guard had heard if her attempt and was looking for her. Half of them were already on her tail. She moved through the crowded streets with ease, a small grin on her face. It was nerve wracking, being chased so. The girl could always feel the hand of a guard closing in on the back of her neck. An arrow, just missing her ear, made her mischievous smile disappear. The girl ran faster, to the docks. She could lose them at the docks. She hurried onto a random ship and hid.
She his and hid, until she fell asleep. And then, the next day, she awoke with no feeling in her left leg and a loud voice ordering her to show herself. Had she been caught by guards? She looked around frantically for an out. Not seeing one, she sighed and stood, arms held up.
"I'm unarmed. Though, isn't that funny? You have to show you arms, so show you are unarmed." She chucked, turning around slowly. Her eyes widened when she saw, presumably, can Lady pirate. Naeema coughed and backed up, gulping. "I um.. Is this ship to Henle? I'm headed to see my sister. She just had a baby."
