Characters: Jet, anyone who happens to be around on The Silvana at the time
Content: Jet boards The Silvana, looking for the Captain's cabin, only to get completely and utterly lost. With hilarious consequences!
Setting: The Silvana
Time: Early evening
Warnings: Nothin'
(
Well he'd had a good sense of direction in the badlands... )
Comments 13
Closing the door to his room, he headed in the direction of the kitchen, and then stopped as he heard someone shouting. Toshirou sighed. He turned to head in the opposite direction, then realized he wasn't exactly sure from which direction the shouting was coming from.
Shit!
Reply
"Who the hell builds a maze like this anyway?" he muttered.
Right now, denial that he was useless with any kind of directions was probably the safest state of mind.
Reaching the end of the passage, he turned another corner. He staggered to halt, almost coming face to face with a kid standing in the middle of the corridor.
Or at least, he would have been face to face if he wasn't significantly shorter than Jet.
Unsure how to address someone so young, Jet faltered.
"...I'm looking for the Captain's cabin. I'm a new crew member."
He didn't bother stating any more, the kid probably wouldn't know where it was anyway.
Reply
"The Captain's quarters are a few floors up, idiot. Didn't the first mate tell you where to go?" Well, there went his wonderful plan to keep from mouthing off. It was just to easy for him to open his mouth and say the first thing that came to mind. Toshirou sighed, mentally kicking himself.
"It's a little out of my way, but I suppose I could take you there."
Reply
Jet considered a more cutting retort, but it wasn't worth the time or confrontation. He'd have to work with these people, not the best start to piss them off.
Though of all the crew to run into, apparently he'd found the least friendly. Not that it mattered, he was here to do a job not to be buddy buddy.
"And no, nobody told me where to go. A guide would be useful though, since you're offerin'."
He held out a gloved right hand, then lowered it to the kid's height. The temptation to make a comment about his size or age was almost overwhelming.
"I'm Jet."
Werner always told him a little politeness could go a long way, time to suspend his skepticism.
Reply
Leave a comment