○ Common ○ Rakahi ○ Pailtic ○ Hussian ○
Freya stood on deck, looking out over the waves as she waited for Wendell to have his men pull her boat up enough to board it. They’d said nothing more after leaving his cabin and maybe that was for the best.The sound of footsteps approaching caused Freya to turn and she gave a half hearted smile back to Haraji.
“Harajinask.” Freya greeted to which he gave a polite nod. It was obvious why he was here.
“Leavin’ already? You just got here.”
“I can’t stay, much to your dismay. I have no business in Rharne. Rynmere is where I belong.”
“Oh? Belong?” He pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms. “Thought you had a pretty solid spot here. What’s changed?”
She sighed. “What are you doing, Haraji?”
“I’m trying to get your sarding ass to stay or else it’s the plank for me and I’d much rather keep my interests on this ship.”
“Then keep them here!”
“Not without you, Freya.” He pinched his lips before pointing a hand toward her, “Yah know, that Companion of yours has been running the waves tryin’ to find you. I heard you both arguing in there, doesn’t take much to hear most on this ship.” His hand pointed off in the direction Wendell must have been in. Freya didn’t look, “But instead of hearing him out, you’ve got to go into your shit fit and tear—”
Freya’s hand smacked against the rail and she gritted out in harsh words, “Excuse me if I reacted poorly to the fact I was kidnapped and my bastard crew members were alive, much less my dead… slave.”
Haraji stared her down for a long moment before she looked away. “I’ve given this up, Haraji. Leave me be.”
“No, see. I’ve known you far too long to believe that shit.” He muttered, stepping close. “You’re running back to a shithole, to live in a fairytale with noble sards. You’re going to eat their food, dance like their pet, walk and talk like them but you’re disposable to them because they’re not your family—”
“Shut up Harajinask.”
“And once they dispose of you, where will you go? Right back to the streets where I found you, only this time, I won’t be there to pull your ass out of the mud.” He shook his head. “So consider this me pulling your ass from the mud before it even gets there.”
“What?” Freya frowned when Haraji grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her down the deck. “What the sard are you doing?” She hissed, yanking her arm back, “Are you crazy? Do you want to get your ass beat again?”
“I went easy on you, but this time I won’t Freya. You’re not getting off this ship.”
Her mouth almost fell open, “Excuse me? Who are you to dictate that? You’re Captain will surely disagree with you so leave me be.”
A whistle and command later and another person had her other elbow locked and was escorting her below deck with Haraji in toe. Freya flung curses at the man, never paying attention to which room was hers until she was pushed into it. Haraji filled the doorway, leaning into the frame.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to be that bastard but you need to get your head out of your ass and realize who’s your family here.” He closed the door and locked it, his voice carrying down the hall. “Hint, hint, it ain’t those shithole royals.”
Freya banged against the door with her fists. What the sard just happened?! “Harajinask!” She yelled against the door. “Haraji!”
Meanwhile the crew member made his way above deck, whistling a tune as he approached his Captain, “She changed her mind.” He said ideally, “Problem solved.”
