Bright Green Eyes
Chapter 1: The Sea and the Port
Location: The dock, in front of the Steamhawke
It was already getting dark, and Captain Daenelia felt the winter in the air. It would soon be time to go to a warmer climate anyway. Following the map would take them away from the colder shores. But without any navigator or lookout, it would be a dangerous journey. Oh, she was sure she could ask the cabin girl or McGinty to be a lookout. But she needed someone with exceptional eyes, and good depth perception. Someone who could also help with reading maps and the weather.
Daenelia turned up her collar and shivered as she walked back along the pier to the Steamhawke. There was still some time to find new crew. They might be just around the corner.
Throughout the Captain's walk, someone had been watching her. Around every corner, in every alley, as if by magic, a pair of bright green eyes stared out of the shadows at her. Greyfeathre eyed her potential captain up, trying to decide when to speak with her, but she was obviously lost in thought. Then, a cunning idea hit her. If she followed the captain onto the ship, she'd be a stowaway. But if she walked on with the captain instead of after her, obviously she'd be part of the crew! As a thief in the night, she stole out from her alley, small pack of possessions in hand, and started to simply walk at the captain's elbow, figuring that she should probably not interrupt whatever the captain was thinking about, but also because startling her sounded like a fantastically fun idea. And if she never noticed her, well, she would be on the ship then. And those masts looked like so much fun to climb, she could hardly wait!
The Captain looked to her right, and saw the calm sea. Then she looked to the left and saw a little face bobbing up and down next to her. She jumped and stopped. "What...? How long...? Blasted! Who are you?" the Captain steamed.
The kitling looked surprised and then grinned. At just barely over two feet, Greyfeathre was a rather small kitling, with limbs that were a little too long, and a clumsy air about her. She grinned up at the captain. "Greyfeathre Romney, Captain. Ma'am. I want to be on that ship. It has adventure written all over it. You'll never find a weather eye better than mine, Ma'am. I can spot a storm farther out than even the lighthouse keeper, and that's on land. Let me in that crow's nest, and you'll never hit a storm without knowing it's coming. I'm small, I don't take up much space, I don't eat much, and I don't mind hard work. If you'll let me into your rigging, you won't be sorry. I swear. Ma'am. Captain." She twitched her whiskers in worry that she'd been too forward with someone like the captain, but she'd done her best. Luckily, the captain's response was exactly what she'd been hoping for.
"Well, I could use a good lookout. You have good eyes, and you are obviously a good climber. I have had a kitling lookout before, but ... Well, best not talk about that. If you want the job, just follow me. We are leaving on the morrow!" With that Captain Daenelia resumed her brisk walk and led the excited kitling onto the Steamhawke.