Chapter 2-James
The girl was unexpectedly beautiful, under her huge mane of golden hair was a heart shaped face. One that any young boy would die for, fortunately I was smarter than that, I saw more than just a face. I saw the ferocity in which the way she fought, she looked young, about in her late teens early twenties, but she was a warrior. The best of the best. I could tell by her step, she walked around with a certain grace that most people lacked. I took her in, let her dress in men's clothing because for some odd reason, unknown to me she had ran away from home, and whoever was at home sounded very powerful.
It was a late afternoon, I was at my desk in the captain's room, when she burst in through the doors.
“I need a haircut,”she announced to me.
“Why?”I asked. “Your hair is beautiful” I added.
“My dreams tell me we are close to the sister land of my country. They will recognize me.”
“Your dreams tell you of this? What mythical creature are you to have foretelling dreams?”
“You let me you use your sword to give myself a short clean cut, and I’ll tell you my family and origin story.”
“Deal.” I don’t know what it was about her that made want to know her, how she became so graceful and complex. So I drew my sword and gave it to Goldilocks.
She set the sword on the floor, got one of her special hair ties from her wrist, and tied her tangled hair. Then she swiftly took the sword from the floor, chopped up from the bottom side of the ponytail and caught some of the falling hair from her hand. With only half of her golden locks left, she looked almost better, prettier. That’s when she decided to lay the bomb that I had a royal on board.
“My name is Bree Charming, and I am Snowhites and Prince Charmings daughter. The girl who is supposed to be crowned queen in four months. That’s why I ran away. My parents had time to live and be free before they became the rulers of our small kingdom of Chance, I only get four months of being jailed in classes that I have surpassed years ago. So I ran away, and my parents will come looking, and it will be ugly for me and for you.”
“Why shall it be ugly for you, love, I’m not the one running, in fact I’m doing nothing to keep you from them, you have done all of that yourself.”
“Then how has the crew kept their mouths shut all this time?”
“The boys listen to you, and learned to trust you from the beginning, me on the other hand, trust no one.”
“Is that a joke, you have no other hand.”
“It doesn’t hurt to pretend that I do.”
That left the curious and inquisitive girl, slightly, surprise at my humor, and very annoyed from all the chatter going on. So, she left. I assumed she left from all the chatters, for what else could have left her so speechless and annoyed from our conversation. I liked her, she was smart but ferocious, sensitive yet protective. She was what I wish I was.
